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Don't let me down - Part 9
Y/n's POV:
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Summary: Whilst Y/n tries to distract herself from the impending court case with Mr Woodstock. She ends up having to face another hurdle she wasn't expecting.
Word count: 6993
Trying to focus on my schoolwork and soccer has been really hard since Danny came around and dropped the bomb that I'm likely going to have to testify against Mr Woodstock. Scarlett and Colin have been great and are supporting me more than I could ask. They're not pushing me, but they are there when I have my moments. I'm glad that I have them to go through this with.
When I told Laura, I've never seen her more angry. She started ranting about how unfair it is to make, not just me, but the other kids have to relive what we went through. She's spent a lot of time with me after school and I'm sure that her and Scarlett have been texting about me. Part of me is a little annoyed as I feel like I'm being watched, but then I'm grateful they care about me enough to check in with each other.
We had a meeting with the DA who is leading the case and he has confirmed that I will be asked a number of questions by himself and then the defence lawyer will have a chance to also question me. The thought of that terrifies me as I know that they are just going to try and prove me wrong or discredit my testimony. I've seen enough Law & Order SUV to know how it goes.
However, both Danny and the DA have assured me that they'll coach me in responding to the questions. I'll already know what they plan to ask me, so I'll be prepared from that point of view. However, we'll have no idea what the defence may say. So, we're going to do some sessions together where they'll prepare me as best they can.
Scarlett has tried to suggest that I do it via video link to give me an extra layer of protection, but I know that I want to be there. I can't bring my parents to justice for the years I spent being abused by them, but I can to Mr Woodstock. It's not just me he hurt and if I had the balls to do this earlier, I could have stopped the other kids getting hurt too.
When we left the DA's office, I felt dread over the upcoming court case. We have a month to prepare before I'll need to testify. Thankfully, I don't need to be there for anything else. It's one day and then hopefully they'll find him guilty, and I'll be able to move on and put my past firmly behind me. Allow me to focus on how my life is going to be better moving forward.
The sessions with Danny have been ok. He's predicted what he believes the defence may ask and then poses the question to me. We then work on how I can approach different elements. He also helps me to control my emotions and focus on breathing. Taking a breather is not a bad thing and will only reflect badly on the defence lawyer if he tries to move me on.
I think the sessions are helping, but I feel drained after every one. I cry in each one and I hate it. Reliving what happened is bad enough, but having to prepare to defend that I'm telling the truth is horrible. I just hope that this is all worth it.
Thankfully, we have our next soccer games this week and it's providing me with something to focus on. It's still hard to give me full attention, but I owe it to the team to still be the best player and captain that I can be. This week, Lizzie is joining Scarlett and Rose to watch. Unfortunately, Colin is working today so can't make it. Scarlett decided to leave Cosmo with Melanie so the three of them can enjoy the afternoon before coming to school to watch the game.
We're so far unbeaten this season. We had two preseason games that gave us a good platform to work from. But we've only play 5 league games. We're playing well and hopefully we'll be able to make it into the playoffs at the end of the year. But today's game will be the biggest test that we've had yet. Rochford High are a tough team and they are aggressive.
I use the warmup to get my mind completely on the game and make sure that I don't let it drift off to everything that is happening in my personal life. Laura is great at keeping me smiling as she jokes around, and we make sure our pre-game warm up doesn't change even though we're playing a tough team.
As we're taking on water, my eyes scan the bleachers, which are bursting tonight. It's like the whole local town has turned up. My eyes quickly land on my little sister who is jumping up and down and waving at me when she sees me looking. I wave back and pull a face at her whilst Lizzie and Scarlett wave to me also.
It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling to see them in the stands. I never thought I would have people here to support me. Scarlett has been to every one of my home games. She even rearranged work to come to the one of them. It makes me feel wanted and loved and it's a strange feeling for me. But I like it and I couldn't be more grateful to see them in the crowd.
Coach Saunders calls us into a huddle and gives us an inspiring team talk. I gulp when I have to follow him up, but I make sure to be confident and re-enforce our teamwork and we win together and lose together. With our huddle over, I make my way over to the referee for the coin toss. I shake their captain's hand and internally fist pump when we win the coin toss. I decide to kick off first and we take our places on the pitch waiting for the whistle to blow.
The game is frantic from the first whistle. As expected, they play hard and are hitting us off the ball a lot. We change our tactic to have quick and accurate passing, which works and starts to frustrate them. They end up fouling us a lot more and the ref warns them about their actions.
We take advantage of this when Laura is on the receiving end of a beautiful freekick from Bella. Even though she's tasselling with the defender, she's able to get up higher than her and her head meets the ball. I watch as it flies past the keeper and into the back of the net.
The crowd go wild as we rush around Laura and Bella, cheering the perfect set piece. "I'm proud of you babe." I tell her as we walk back to our side of the pitch for the restart, my arm draped over her shoulder. "I need to keep impressing you." She smirks, nudging me. "Consider me impressed." I return, moving to take my spot.
We manage to dominate the first half but don't get any more goals. We've been able to adapt our play to make their efforts ineffective. We can see that it's just frustrating them more and that carries on into the second half. We're getting so many shots on goal but we're just not getting it in the net.
They manage to catch us on the counterattack, and I rush back to provide support in defence, with a well time sliding tackle I dispossess their striker as she's about to take her shot on goal. I quickly jump to my feet and sprint down the pitch to get myself into an open position.
Seeing I'm in open space, I call for the ball and trap it with my foot. Looking up I see it's just me against two defenders, my team still getting back into position from the counterattack. Not wasting anytime, I take on the first defender, getting around her with ease.
I look up hoping to see someone in the box, but I'm still the furthest up the field. With a swift nudge to the ball, I megs the final defender and run around her, despite her efforts to stop me getting to the ball. Just as she tugs my t-shirt, I manage to get a good connection with the ball and watch as it sails into the top corner. Though I'm now on the floor as a result of the shirt tug.
This doesn't stop the team celebrating with me, bundling on me on the floor. With our celebration over, Laura holds her hand out to me to help me back to my feet. "You just had to one up me didn't you." She teases. "Maybe I want to impress you too." I wink at her as she shakes her head at my antics. As I'm moving back for the restart, I look to the crown and wave to Rose who's still cheering. She really is my biggest fan, and she looks adorable in our team jersey.
With our energy up, we just seem to get better. With our third goal, the pressure seems to disappear and we're playing more freely. When we win a freekick near the corner flag, I'm on the hunt for a second goal. I'm stood on the edge of the box and hold my hands in the air to indicate the play we should go for.
As the ball is crossed into the box, I run in and go to jump to try and get my head on the ball. Their defender goes up with me, but I see her elbow wind back as she jumps. She's not looking at the ball and I'm helpless as I watch her elbow move towards my face. For a split second I feel pain as she makes a connection, but it soon disappears as I fade into darkness.
Scarlett's POV:
This is the best that I've seen the team play. They're working as a cohesive group and seem to be able to counter anything the other team throw at them. I'm so proud when Y/n scores and the three of us cheer along with the rest of the crowd as the team celebrate.
Y/n had talked about how difficult this game was going to be. The opposition are probably one of the only teams that can match their ability, but they just don't seem to be able to break the team down. Instead of regrouping they're just getting more frustrated.
It's great seeing the smile on Y/n's face. I've not seen her smile like that in a while since we learnt about the court case. Soccer has always brought her happiness and I'm glad it's giving her an outlet today.
The team get ready for another freekick, and it seems certain that it's only a matter of time before they score again. My eyes are on my daughter as the anticipation builds. However, when I see an elbow collide with her face, I'm instantly out of my seat shouting for a foul.
However, I instantly freeze when I see Y/n on the floor not moving, her leg bent in an awkward angle. "Lizzie, watch Rose." I call out as I rush down the stairs of the bleachers and jump over the railing. Coach Saunders sees me and waves me over as he's knelt down next to my unconscious daughter.
As I reach her, I can hear the team arguing with the ref and a couple of them scuffling with the other team, mainly the defender that hit her. "Is she ok?" I ask, panic filling my voice as I kneel down next to her. Laura on one side holding her hand tightly. My eyes look over her and I see blood on her face from her nose. My eyes then move down to her leg, and I have to fight back tears. "She fell awkwardly and landed on her leg as she didn't have control over her body." Coach Saunders explains, moving so I can get in closer.
Fear overrides me as I'm desperate for my daughter to wake up. "We've called 911 and they should be here shortly." One of the assistant coaches calls out. "Y/n baby, wake up for me please." I beg her, my hands gently cupping her face. "Come on sweetheart." I encourage her, hoping that she might start to stir. My eyes flick to Laura who's watching on with teary eyes.
I move my hand and place it over hers that is already holding Y/n's. "She's going to be ok right?" Laura asks, looking up to me hopefully. "Of course she is. She's strong." I reassure her, though I'm scared myself. Thankfully, we don't have to wait for long for the ambulance to arrive and almost simultaneously, Y/n starts to stir awake. "Y/n, sweetie. It's Scarlett are you ok?" I ask her as her eyes fill with fear. "Mom?" She whispers, making my heart clench at the name. I don't let it get to me and focus on her. "I'm here baby. You're ok. The paramedics are here." I tell her and she nods.
She obviously starts to feel the pain and she starts to cry out. "It's ok babe. You're going to be fine. They'll get you some good stuff soon." Laura tries to joke through her own tears. The paramedics soon join us, and we reluctantly have to move out of the way as they treat her.
I take a moment to breathe and notice the referee brandish a red card to the defender that hit her. I have to fight from going over to the kid and giving her a piece of my mind. But I have to remember she is just that. A kid. "Mommy! Is Y/n, ok?" Rose calls out to me. I glance to Y/n and see she's being looked after and right now I need to comfort my other daughter.
I walk over to her and pick her up instantly. "She's hurt, but she's being looked after. She's going to have to go the hospital, but she'll be ok." I reassure her as she nods in my neck. "I can take Rose home whilst you're with Y/n." Lizzie offers but Rose instantly argues with that idea. "I don't want to leave Y/n. Please!" She begs. "I can bring her to the hospital?" Lizzie offers and I think for a moment. "You have to understand that it's going to be boring." I explain to Rose, and she nods. "I want to be there to protect Y/n." She responds, making my heart warm at her cuteness.
"How about we go home and grab some things for you both and then we'll come to the hospital." Lizzie suggests. "If you wouldn't mind that would be great." I agree, looking back towards Y/n. "Go, text me where you are, and we'll see you later." Lizzie says when she sees my concern. "Thank you, Lizzie. I love you Rose, and we'll see you later." I say before rushing back to be with Y/n.
They're currently giving her some gas and air when I return, and the paramedic looks to me. "Are you mom?" She asks and I nod. "We're just stabilising her leg and then we'll get her to the hospital. They'll assess her there and give her some additional pain relief." She explains and I nod along, my eyes fixated on Y/n.
Seeing where my eyes are the paramedic continues to reassure me. "This may look scary at the moment, but we need to also to stabilise her head just in case there are any injuries to her neck. We're making sure we take every precaution to prevent further injury." I continue to nod along. Understanding why they're doing what they're doing. It just doesn't make it any easier to watch.
I take my place next to Y/n and provide her any comfort I can whilst she is being seen too. "Can I come with you?" Laura asks, looking from Y/n to me. "No." Y/n jumps in taking Laura by surprise, her eyes showing the hurt. "You need to finish the game." Y/n clarifies. "But..." Laura goes to defend but Y/n cuts her off. "I'll still be broken when the game is over. I'm ok and not going anywhere. Quite literally." She jokes, making us both chuckle. "Please, you need to make sure we win this game and then you can come and see me." She requests. Laura reluctantly agrees but doesn't leave her side until she's guided on to the gurney and moved toward the ambulance. "I'll keep you updated." I promise Laura who nods, reluctant to let go. "I'll see you shortly babe." She smiles, placing a gentle kiss on Y/n's lips, who gives a giddy smile.
I climb in the back of the ambulance and take a seat next to Y/n, reaching out to hold her hand. The paramedics get in and we start on our journey to the hospital. "It hurts mom." Y/n looks to me, tears in her eyes. My heart skips a beat again when she calls me mom. "I know. I'm sorry you're hurt. But I'm here for you." I try to comfort her. "The doctors will be able to get you some morphine when you're in the ER." The paramedic tells Y/n, which seems to appease her for now.
Thankfully, it's not long until we're at the hospital and we're being taking through to the ER where a doctor and some nurses are waiting for us. The potential injury to her neck is their biggest concern right now and they want to confirm there isn't any further injury before properly addressing her leg.
I stand to the side feeling completely helpless as I watch the doctors and nurses move around Y/n, calling out stats and information as they go. The whimpers from Y/n make my heart break. I wish I could take the pain away from here. "Let's get a canula set up and we'll get some pain relief." One of the doctors orders.
Thankfully, the morphine seems to start working quite quickly and Y/n's whimpers start to peter out as the medicine does its job. "Mrs Johansson?" The call of my name tears my eyes away from my daughter and to the doctor who is stood next to me with a kind smile on his face. "Hi, I'm Dr Greenwood. I'm the primary physician for your daughter." He greets me. "On initial examination, it's clear that Y/n has a broken leg and potentially a facial fracture too. We're confident there is no damage to her neck, but we want to be sure before removing the brace. So, we'll be sending her down for some x-rays and scans so we can get a full assessment of her injuries." He explains and I nod along.
"We've given her pain relief and that seems to be working and she's much more comfortable now. I know it's hard to see your kid in pain, but I can assure you we're doing everything that we can to make sure she is comfortable." He assures me, making smile. "Thank you. I appreciate everything you're doing." I respond. "I can get one of the nurses to show you to a private waiting room whilst Y/n is taken for imagery, and we'll come and get you as soon as she's settled in a room." He offers. "Can I see her first?" I request. "Of course. We're just waiting for the porters now." He responds and moves out of the way for me to see Y/n.
The madness around her has died down now and she's just got a couple of nurses monitoring different things. "Hi sweetheart. How are you feeling?" I ask Y/n as I take her hand and gently run my hands through her hair. "Tired and sore." She responds with a croaky voice. Her eye is already starting to swell and bruise, a reminder of the harsh act that led to her being in the hospital. "They're going to take you to get some scans of your leg and neck in a minute. I'll be waiting for you to come back." I explain. "Does that mean I can get this thing off?" She asks, tugging a little at the neck brace. "As long as the scans come back clear you'll be free of the prison." I respond with a smirk, happy that there is a smile on her face.
"We're ready to take her now." One of the nurses tells us. "I'll be right here waiting. I love you ok." I tell her firmly. "I love you too." She responds, taking me by surprise. I don't think she's ever said that to me before. It causes a tear to fall down my cheek as I smile at her lovingly. "Mom, you've got to let me go." She chuckles, just adding to my happiness. I try not to think to much of it, before she was in pain and now, she's on drugs. When she's more with it, we may be going back to Scarlett, but I'll take it for now!
I watch as they roll Y/n away down the corridor, taking a deep breath. I'm then guided to a private waiting room, which I'm very grateful for. I'd rather this not be how news of Y/n gets out. I want it to be on our terms and when she's comfortable. I quickly text Lizzie an update and she confirms they're packing a bag for Y/n as it's likely she'll be in overnight.
Now I just need to call my husband. He's at work today preparing for filming tonight. I hesitate in calling him, but I know that he'd want to be told that she was in the hospital. I hit his contact name and wait for him to answer.
Colin: Hi babe. How was the game? Did they win?
He asks instantly, excitement in his voice. I love how invested he is in Y/n's soccer games.
Scarlett: Uh I'm not actually sure. Y/n got hurt during the game and we're currently at the hospital.
Colin: WHAT?! Is she ok? What happened? How badly is she hurt?
He rambles down the phone, panic lacing his voice.
Scarlett: She was elbowed in the face by a defender when she jumped to head a ball. It knocked her out and as she fell, she landed on her leg awkwardly.
Colin: Oh my God. Was it deliberate? Actually, never mind. I'm leaving work now and I'm coming to the hospital. What did the doctor say?
Scarlett: Col, you don't need to do that. Y/n understands you're working and she's doing ok? She's currently having scans to see how badly her leg is broken and to rule out a neck injury.
Colin: Of course, I'm coming. She's my daughter. Family always comes first, you know that.
I smile down the phone when he refers to Y/n as his daughter. He did it so easily. I really need to bring up the whole adoption thing again. I don't think I can go much longer without having her legal be my daughter. I want her to know that she has a loving mom and dad who will be there for her no matter what.
As he's on the phone I can hear him explaining the situation to someone, I'm assuming the director, who easily agrees for him to leave. He then starts to rush around to get to the car.
Colin: "Ok. I'm about to drive. I'll see you in about 30 minutes. I love you.
Scarlett: I love you too. Drive safely.
And with that he hangs up. I wait nervously to hear that Y/n is back. I'm still worried she's going to have further damage to her neck. I know they said they don't think there is anything to untoward about it, but I can't get the worrying sick feeling out of my stomach.
"Mrs Johansson?" I look up and see Laura waiting hesitantly in the doorway. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Scarlett." I smile at her, opening my arms to her. She instantly moves forward and melts into my hug. "How is she?" She questions as we move to sit. I fill her in on everything the doctor said, and she listens intently.
"Do you know how hard it was not to go and punch that bitch in the face." She fumes after I explain the extent of her injuries. "I probably shouldn't admit this as the adult in this situation, but I feel the same." I admit to chuckles. "Did you win?" I ask and a smile grows on her face. "We scored two more goals. It was 4-0 in the end." She responds proudly. "Y/n will be happy." I say and Laura nods. "Turns out playing for a teammate helped us to play even better. We wanted to do our best for our captain." She explains.
Not too long later, Colin comes bursting through the door, giving both Laura and I a heart attack. "Jeeze Colin!" I scold, my hand clutching my chest as my racing heart starts to calm. "S-sorry. I was just worried." He apologises. "How is she?" He asks. "We've not heard anything more since I called you. They said it could be a little while whilst she has the different scans and x-rays." I reply.
"Where's Rose?" Colin asks when he notices it's just me and Laura in the waiting room. "With Lizzie. They're getting a bag together, so Y/n has some things with her. Rose is adamant about being here for her big sister." I explain, earning an aw from Laura. "I can ask your mom to come and collect her later and keep the kids over night until we know more." Colin suggests. "I think that'll be wise. Rose can see how Y/n is doing and head to mom's before bedtime." I agree.
Colin places a kiss to my head and moves to the other side of the room to call my mom and explain what has happened. She already has Cosmo today, so she's happy to take Rose too. Though she's concerned for her granddaughter too. I think Y/n is going to be spoilt when she's home.
When Colin joins us again, he takes the seat next to me and wraps a supportive arm around me. I move to rest my head on his shoulder, taking in his comfort. "She called me mom." I say quietly. "What was that?" Colin asks. "She called me mom. When she was on the field, she called me mom and then again in the ambulance and here in the hospital." I explain in more detail. "I'm sure it's just because she's in pain and on drugs but hearing her call me that, it made my heart almost burst." I share, my emotions building once again.
"She means it." Laura speaks up from beside me. Both Colin and I turn to look at her. "Yes, she's in pain and high right now. But she means it. This has just given her the outlet to be able to say it. You've given her a safe and loving environment. Yes, it's taken her a while to be able get to this point. But you never pushed her. I don't think you realise how much that means to her." She explains with a soft smile on her face.
"All I have wanted is to be the mother she deserves. I never thought that she would forgive me, let alone get to a point she could call me mom." I admit, tears welling up in my eyes. "Family of Miss Y/l/n?" A nurse enters the room and calls for us. The sound of Y/n's surname bringing me down for a moment. "You need to work on changing her name." Laura smirks at me as we stand and follow the nurse.
She takes us to a private ward where Y/n is laid in bed, her neck brace off. I breath a sigh of relief knowing there is no injury there. Laura rushes in first and carefully hugs Y/n, pressing a kiss to her lips. "I'm so glad you're ok. It was horrible seeing you out cold." She tells her, cupping her cheeks and gently rubbing her thumb over her cheek. "Did you win?" Y/n asks, making us laugh. "I see you have your priorities right." Laura chuckles. "And yes, we won 4-0." She adds on. "See you don't need me on the team." Y/n responds with a sad smile.
We all get comfortable and wait for the doctor to come in and tell us the severity of Y/n's injury. Laura sits on one side, holding Y/n's hand tightly, whilst Colin and I flank her on the other side. "Aren't you filming tonight?" Y/n asks Colin. "Not anymore, I have to been here for my daughter." He responds, his words causing a wide smile to appear on Y/n's face. "Thanks dad." Y/n responds, her eyes glossed over. "D-did you. Did you just..." Colin stutters in shock. Y/n nods, smiling nervously. "I hope you both don't mind me calling your mom and dad. My experience of parents hasn't a good one. I don't really know what a good mom and dad looks like. But I'm pretty sure it's the both of you. I've not been easy yet you've both been there for me, supporting me and loving me. Especially these last couple of weeks with the court case. To me you are my mom and dad." Y/n shares, making both Colin and I cry.
"Oh, my sweet girl. I have been waiting, hoping, you may one day see me as your mother. Hearing you call me mom, it's everything I could ask for." I reassure her as I hug her gently, placing a kiss to her head. Y/n then looks to Colin who's a blubbering mess, making us all laugh. "Like I said, I've seen you as my daughter from the beginning. Being your dad is an honour I'm glad you've allowed me to have." He expresses, getting up and hugging her also.
A clearing of a voice gets all of our attention, and our heads snap to see the doctor in the doorway a file in his hand. "Sorry to interrupt this moment, but I have Y/n's results." He explains. "Please come on in." Colin composes himself and moves back to his seat as the doctor enters the room.
"Ok, Y/n, having examined your scans, I'm happy to say there is no injury to your neck. Though you probably know that as we removed your brace." He starts off. "However, you do have a fractured eye socket, so that is going to look pretty nasty for a few weeks. There's not much we can do other than provide you pain relief and wait for it to heal." He explains and Y/n nods in understanding.
"Now, on to your leg." I feel Y/n's hand tense in my own as we wait to hear the damage. "You have a displaced transverse fracture to your tibia. This means that it's a complete break of the bone and the two parts are not aligned. In this instance, we will need to surgically realign your leg and put in some pins to secure the fracture, allowing it to heal effectively." The doctor explains, showing us the x-rays of Y/n's clearly broken leg.
Y/n's breath hitches at the news, tears filling her eyes. "Will I be able to play soccer again?" She asks, fear lacing her voice. At the vocalisation of her worries, Laura sits forward and holds her other hand tightly. "I have every confidence that with a successful surgery and physio, you'll be playing again." He responds with a smile. Y/n's whole body relaxes at the confirmation, but I know there is still one question on her mind. "How long until I can play again?" She asks him.
"You'll be in a cast for about 6 weeks and from there you'll start physio. I would guess that you could be back into light training within 8 weeks and playing within 10." He replies. "Wow, that's a long time." Y/n whispers, her head dropping. "You'd be back in time for playoffs." Laura tries to comfort her. "And we'll still need our captain. You're more than the player on the pitch Y/n." Laura reassures her, placing a kiss to her hand. She nods unsurely before the doctor goes into more detail about surgery and recovery.
She'll be going in for surgery in the morning as it's already late this evening. She has a temporary brace on her leg which will stop any more damage happening before they're able to surgically fix her leg. We thank the doctor who leaves us to it. "How are you feeling kiddo?" Colin asks, placing a hand on her uninjured leg. "10 weeks is a long time." She replies emotionlessly.
Soccer has been her saving grace these last two years. It's been an outlet whilst she's been going through so much, and it's suddenly taken away from her. I just hope that now she has a stable home, a loving girlfriend and family, that she won't lose herself.
A knock on the door gains our attention as we all giggle as we see Rose on her tiptoes trying to look through the window. I wave them in and Rose rushes to her sister's side. "Sissy! Are you ok?" Rose asks worriedly, trying to climb up onto the bed. Y/n leans forward to pick her up, but I tap her hand away and do it for her.
Rose is really careful as she sits next to Y/n staring at her now closed up eye. "I'm much better now my sister is here." She responds happily, a smile plastered on her face to hide her pain. "Auntie Lizzie told me that we can't bring your flowers, so I brought you chocolate instead. It's you're favourite." Rose shares, turning to Lizzie holding her hand out expectantly.
Lizzie chuckles and pulls out the chocolate bar from her bag and hands it's to Rose. "Yummy. Thank you, Rosie." Y/n responds, placing a kiss to her head. "That girl was mean. I hope she got told off and grounded for hurting you." Rose huffs snuggling into her sister. "Well, she was sent off and I can't imagine she'll get away without the ban being extended." Laura explains with an angry look on her face. I notice that Y/n reaches out and squeezes her hand in comfort, instantly calming down her fuming girlfriend.
"When can you come home?" Rose now asks as Lizzie makes herself comfortable. "We're not sure yet sweetie. Y/n has to have surgery tomorrow so probably a couple of nights." I explain, making Rose pout. "But I have school tomorrow." She complains. "That's ok Rosie. When I'm home we can have a movie day. Mom, dad, and Cosmo could join us too. What do you think?" Y/n suggests to help placate the 7 year old. "Can Laura come too?" Rose asks shyly. "Of course!" Y/n replies happily.
Lizzie's eyes go wide when she hears what Y/n called us as both Colin and I smile. Lizzie looks to me and I nod to confirm she heard correctly. "I'm happy for you." She mouths to me, not wanting to disturb the kids who are rambling about what movies to watch.
We spend the evening together, chatting and laughing. It's really nice, considering we're sat in a hospital room with my injured daughter laid up in bed. But as it hits 8pm, the nurse comes in and tells us that visiting hours are over. "Are you sure you're going to be ok on your own?" I ask Y/n, worried to leave her. "I can always talk to them about letting me stay." I offer but she shakes her head. "I'll be ok mom. I'm pretty tired so I'll probably get some sleep." She reassures me. "Ok, I'll have my phone on loud so if you need anything, just call or text ok. I can be here in 20 minutes." I tell her and she nods.
I bid her goodnight, leaving a soft kiss to her head, reminding her how much I love her. Colin does the same before picking up a sleepy Rose. We leave Y/n and Laura to have a moment before we all leave together. "Do you want me to drop Rose at your moms?" Lizzie offers, but I shake my head. "Thanks, but we'll go. I'd like to see Cosmo." I respond and she nods. "How about I drive you home. That way this lot can get back." Lizzie suggests turning to Laura.
She blushes at the attention making me smirk. She's totally fangirling right now! "Oh, you don't need to do that Ms Olsen." She declines. "Don't me stupid, come on. Besides it gives me a chance to get to know my niece's girlfriend." Lizzie insists, making Laura gulp a little. "Oh, and don't call me Ms Olsen. I'm not old. Please just call me Lizzie." She adds on, earning a slow nod from the teenager. We all walk out to the car park together and say our goodbyes before heading home.
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The next morning, Colin and I are at the hospital as soon as we're allowed so we can be with Y/n before she heads into surgery. She's in a lot of pain this morning and had a bad night sleep, which is horrible to see. I think she's grateful that she's going to be unconscious for a few hours whilst they fix her leg.
The surgeon comes in and talks through the procedure, though most of it goes over my head. I'm just grateful that it seems to be helping Y/n. The nurses are then in to prepare her before we walk with them as they wheel her to the operating floor. "We'll be right here when you wake. Rose and Laura will be here after school too, so you've got that to look forward to." I tell Y/n, hoping to comfort her when I see worry in her eyes. "We both love you very much. Everything is going to be just fine." Colin says, pressing a kiss to Y/n's head. "I love you both too. See you in a few hours." She smiles. I hold her close one last time and watch as they take her away. Colin wraps his arm around me to comfort me as we begin waiting for her to return.
Instead of waiting around in a cold room, we head to the cafeteria and have some breakfast. We both skipped it this morning, worried about Y/n. We talk about what we can do to make things easier for Y/n when she gets home. She's going to be reliant on us for a while and I want everything to be as easy as possible for her.
"Shit, we need to call Danny?" I suddenly say. "Why? You're not planning on suing the kid are you?" Colin jokes, making me roll my eyes. "No. But it's the court case in 9 days." I point out and he lets out a quiet "oh." I know she'll still be able to testify, but she's not exactly going to be very mobile and it's just something else to add on to a stressful period for her. "Danny will know what to do. He's always got Y/n's interests at heart. I'll call him when Y/n is out of surgery, and we'll leave him to deal with anything that needs doing." Colin reassures me.
After about three hours, we move back to Y/n's room to wait. They said surgery will be around 4 hours, and I we don't want to miss her coming back. We settle in and I makes sure her pyjamas are out as I know she'll want to change as soon as she can.
Half an our later a nurse comes by to say that surgery went well and she's just in post op now before they bring her back. I let out a sigh of relief knowing that everything is ok. We can focus on recovery.
Colin and I both crowd around Y/n when they bring her back in. She's still unconscious but the doctor said she should wake shortly. We take our seats either side of our daughter, holding her hands and taking comfort that she's back with us. When she starts to stir, I move to gently run my hands through her hair. "M-mom." She stutters at a whisper. "I'm here sweetheart. Colin is too." I greet her as her eyes flutter open.
I give her the biggest smile I can which she tries to return. Her head then flops to the side to see Colin. "Hey kiddo. Glad you're awake." Colin smiles to her. "Hi dad." She returns. I don't think either Colin or I are going to get used to that, but I will love hearing it every time. I will never take for granted any of my kids calling me mom.
The doctor comes in when Y/n is more with it, confirming that surgery went really well and that he's confident of a full and complete recovery. This relaxes Y/n and I notice that she's become determined to get fit so she can be ready for playoffs when they come around.
That afternoon Laura and Rose come to visit. Laura kindly picked Rose up from school for us. Mom is going to bring Cosmo around dinner time so we can have some family time together. But thankfully, the doctor confirmed that Y/n can come home with us tomorrow. I'm grateful that she won't be in this hospital for longer. I want my daughter home with us so we can all look after her. She's got a stressful few weeks ahead and we want to be by her side, supporting her, through all of it.
Part 10
#scarlett johansson x y/n#scarlett johansson x reader#scarlett johansson fanfiction#scarlett johansson#celebrity fanfic#celebrity fanfiction
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Currently waiting for my first necramech to be built........ There are so so so many good things about this game's story i Don't even know where to start
For context, Warframe is my first MMORPG I'm actually playing seriously. I am 230 hours in and i may be dramatic but I'm just blown away honestly, so I'll write some of my thoughts before i start The New War.
(PLS NO SPOILERS IF U INTERACT WITH THIS POST)
- That Chains Of Harrow Quest. I was not expecting it AT ALL and thinking about it even now is just. Man I'm so glad i decided to pick up this game. The horror segment actually made me feel dread and it's a very fun example of changing up gameplay genres to serve the narrative. Letting you play as Rell and picking out those expression cards was such a good narrative-gameplay choice...... This quest made me cry
- Lotus ;-;;;;; mission mom...... The writers nailed everything about this plot point, especially the feeling of confused betrayal. I could really feel the hurt and fear and confusion, and god damn do the writers know what they're doing. The segment with the Lotus doing those fun poses to taunt us? I wanted to laugh at them so bad, but I couldn't, the situation was too heartbreaking.
- The Sacrifice was devastating. It was incredible. Excalibur Umbra's story was presented so well, and seeing my Operator bring him peace was such a memorable moment. Beautiful quest.
- I have so many feelings about my Operator.... Insert that old old pic that goes "i want to care for it i want to see it grow up strong and healthy etc etc". When I made the choice to consume the Kuva in The War Within, i thought the black eyeballs thing was a one-time choice-specific thing that'll never happen again. BOY! I WAS WRONG ABOUT THAT!
- The next day, after completing The Sacrifice, I logged in. I saw my Operator sitting on the codex table... Her eyes were black again. She was talking to a fake Lotus. She was reliving Excalibur Umbra's memories. She didn't move when I approached her, so I cautiously moved towards the foundry... And when I turned back, she was gone.
The fact that i feel the need to explain it convincingly and insist that THIS IS REALLY A THING THAT HAPPENED IN GAME I PROMISE, even though this story has been out for years and the playerbase has also experienced it, is a testament to the brilliant decision of incorporating the story into the perceived "non-story" parts of the game... All to establish the point that the Operator is hallucinating.
LIKE, FUCK!!!!! AHHGHHH my fucking heart dudeeeeeee. After being so noble and heroic and selfless, helping out Excalibur Umbra through that Incredibly Traumatic experience, of course she'd be scarred! She shared a mind with him, of course there'd be mental repercussions! It makes sense! It makes sense! It all makes sense!!!!!
And to make the PLAYER feel like THEY'RE hallucinating too?????? FUCKING GENIUS. I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW BIG MY GRIN IS RIGHT NOW. Of course you're hallucinating! You're the Operator!!!! THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahhhh I fucking love videogames, man. You can't get this stuff in film. I can't wait to start The New War. I'll post pics of my Operator and loadout sometime... Thanks for reading my 4am tumblr post 💖
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Can we see some Ingo daily dialogue as well? And personally, for me, I enjoy seeing the boys have longer dialogue, makes them feel more real.
I'm glad at least some people don't mind about the long dialogue stuff. (Especially since... Ingo takes up almost two-thirds of the daily dialogue document... with his walls of text.) They also have some questions that lengthen the document.
But of course here is some Ingo daily dialogue (and some marriage). Thylak mostly handles Emmet's stuff while I handle Ingo's - of course I go through both of them and making sure that it stays in character - sometimes Thylak goes through dialogue and puts in more train terms that I may have missed. (Or fix my grammatical errors.....) Or even to add dialogue that draws from his experience of being a sibling. (I'm sadly an only child..... ;-;)
@ = Code for Farmer/Player
◁ Station Stewardess Kade
▲ Ingo's Regular Daily Dialogue ▲
"While I do have a tendency to become tunnel-visioned, I unfortunately also find myself becoming easily sidetracked as well... I'm always so overwhelmed with the different possible routes to depart on, that I forget to switch back to the destination I was set towards earlier! Thankfully, Emmet is often by my side to keep me in check! I don't know what would happen if I were to be without him... I'd forget about everything!"
"I am actually quite fond of rock climbing! Had I not known of the joys of railway transit, I would have dedicated myself towards scaling perilous heights! It's all so thrilling! If you would ever like to link together as a two-car train, I would love to be able to guide you on the journey upwards to greater heights!"
"@, it’s good to see you today! Perhaps you could assist me by being on the lookout. You see, two young children- Jas and Vincent- have been rather curious about what myself, Emmet, and our Pokémon have been conducting here on the Railroad! I often find them trying to hide between some of the barrels over by the Bathhouse. You see, this poses a safety concern... The Railroad, in the state of disrepair it is in, is not an ideal place for unsupervised children! I doubt that their guardians will take too kindly to us if anything were to happen to them around the said area. Though, I’m glad that they are not afraid of us and are kind enough to come to visit and say hello. They are quite curious, often asking myself and Emmet a heavy load of questions... mostly pertaining to our Pokémon and sometimes trains that run on the tracks! If you see them around, do let myself or Emmet know, so we can ensure that they follow all safety procedures here on the Railroad!"
"Ghuugh… Ah! I did not see you there. Pardon me for sounding so displeased. It is not towards you! But rather… diverted towards the Joja Company Representative, Morris. He has decided to claim our clearing of the railway’s path as his own through an abhorrent letter. Which, has left my cab as well as Haxorus’ feeling… troubled. But- nonetheless, Emmet and I have a considerable task ahead- to reach our destination in repairing the station! Being derailed over a silly letter will not get the work done. Oh dear… where is Emmet? He better not be deciding to face Morris. That would be less than ideal… there are better ways to deal with a disgruntled passenger."
"Last night was Emmet's turn to prepare dinner! Please take this, Emmet wanted you to have it but... he has his apprehensions when it comes to intermingling with others himself. [Ingo gives the farmer Spaghetti] He assumed that the best track to set forth on was to transfer the rations over to me to distribute during my departures from the station. Of course, I tried my best to provide assistance as well- especially since he was conducting an extra large portion this time around! Emmet had the thought that perhaps people would respond more positively to gift giving! I suppose this was his way of assisting me in improving passenger relations. We had spaghetti, one of the first meals he learned how to prepare and that we both agreed on! Contrary to the reasonable assumption that he would dislike such a dish, as it would stain his clothing, it holds special significance to him! I remember when Emmet was first learning to cook... his elation at finally receiving such an enthusiastic response sent him off the rails! Bravo! After his first win, he proceeded to make a new pot of spaghetti for every night that week, rushing full speed ahead towards the height of that destination! As you may have noticed, Emmet finds comfort in repetition... the same applies to dietary intake as it does for winning, winning, and more winning! Personally, I wasn't too bothered by how frequently he conducted us to eat spaghetti- supportive even! I made stops to pick up more groceries to fuel Emmet!- but... Uncle Drayden halted him in his tracks before another Monday could pass. Though he expressed appreciation for our enthusiasm, we had to endure yet another long lecture on how growth and change cannot be achieved with a stagnating routine... Nonetheless, spaghetti is one of the meals we are known to prepare well, so I do hope you enjoy it!"
"I know you must be tired of the constant reminders- but if you must persist- please don't forget to conduct your safety checks before continuing upon your tracks into the mines! I hope that my own persistence doesn't discourage you from being open about your various endeavors- as dangerous as they may be. You worry me sometimes... It brings me solace to at the very least receive warning in the case of disaster. I hope you understand that I am more than willing to be of any assistance you may need, especially if that is to prevent any potential tragedies upon the horizon. My service is not limited to your expeditions in the mines either. Please know that you are more than welcome to request my company for anything! I am always here to ensure you have a safe, fulfilling, and thorough journey on the express train of 'Life', my dear passenger."
▲ Ingo's Marriage Daily Dialogue ▲
"Please remind me to wake up early tomorrow, dearest. I do not want to miss the morning safety checks with Emmet. Back home, we tended to be a bit late due to my cab refusing to start its engine for the day, causing a delay in schedule. I just don’t seem to do well in the mornings...."
"Chandelure’s flames bring a sense of calm within the late hours of the evening.... Some have said they become uneasy with the glow of a Ghost Pokémon. I think it fits just right. A cozy blanket.... A book or two to read- or even a movie to unwind as well! Doesn’t that sound nice, dear? Perhaps we can watch a movie or two before we head to our last scheduled stop for the day! We could watch a train or Pokémon documentary? Or perhaps one of your favorites? I always enjoy learning about what you like!"
"I hope you don’t mind me conducting some battle training. It is important as a Subway Boss that I hone my skills in Pokémon Battles. I mostly do Single Battles, though Emmet has said that I should practice Double Battles to get a better understanding of our team’s potential combinations! I’ll be honest.... I think our team combinations are the best the way they are now! However, Emmet has a better understanding of the competitive battle scene than I do.... I tend to keep up on what new developments have been happening within the railway community! New trains and technology are being built everyday, and I want to ensure that the Battle Subway is in good condition, as well as the trains here at Camellia Station! @, perhaps you would like to learn? I could always lend you Excadrill or Garbador! They seem quite eager to grow closer to you. Pokémon Battles are a great way to forge bonds with your Pokémon, as well as your fellow trainers!"
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AS YOU CAN SEE... INGO TALKS A LOT. LOL. So I'm glad some people don't mind the long... text walls.
But here's some bonus dialogue that both Ingo and Emmet share. This is actually one of my favorite pieces.
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▲Ingo▲
"Aiming for even greater heights, achieving your ideal goal... The pursuit of ideals is a part of the Unova region’s culture. It is one end of a double-sided train, as it is related to the local legendary Pokémon, Zekrom. Drayden told Emmet and I this story when we were younger. I can tell it to you, @, if you are interested. However, I may not tell the tale as well as he has. It has been some time.....
A long time ago in Unova’s past, there was a legendary Dragon that was neither Zekrom nor Reshiram. The name has long been forgotten on these tracks- but everyone can agree that Zekrom and Reshiram came to be from this very dragon. The dragon had two partners. They were twin brothers who were usually proclaimed to be the heroes of Unova. The younger brother believed in his ideals, while the older brother believed in the whole hearted truth... This had caused their friend pain... and confusion. I could not imagine watching two of my best friends fight with no end.
I would not be able to choose a side... and that is what happened to the legendary dragon. It had split its tracks, becoming Zekrom and Reshiram! Zekrom decided to side with the younger twin, while Reshiram sided with the older twin. The fight ravaged the Unova region, hurting people and Pokémon alike. And even themselves... The twins soon realized that they were neither right nor wrong, and ceased the fighting. However- it was too late. The damage had already been done. I will be honest, hearing that story as a child- as well as being a twin- I had nightmares for months because of it. I was terrified of the idea that Emmet and I would end up in a fight and go on separate tracks, never to speak to each other again. I do not know what I would do without my younger twin! That is why I am open-minded when it comes to his feelings and thoughts on what he believes in! O-of course we fight... And we get on each other's nerves... But we always forgive one another at the end of the day! I’m glad that I have a twin brother like him. I would be lost on the tracks without him!"
▽Emmet▽
"The truth is verrrry important in Unova's cultures. It is related to the local legendary Pokémon - Reshiram! Drayden tells the story about Reshiram and Zekrom the best. I am Emmet. I can try to explain! Just for you, @!
A verry verrrry long time ago. There was a legendary dragon. This was not Reshiram or Zekrom. No one knows the name. They lost it. But Reshiram and Zekrom were that dragon!
However, there were twin brothers who shared the dragon. But they had verrry different tracks of opinions. The older twin wanted the 'truth'. The younger twin wanted 'ideals'. They fought. They had a verrry bad argument. They did not know that it caused their partner - the legendary dragon - pain. The dragon derailed. It split itself in half. They became Reshiram and Zekrom. Reshiram took the side of the older twin. Truth. Zekrom took the side of the younger twin. Ideals. The two dragons fought.... and it hurt the Unova region. It hurt the Pokémon. It hurt themselves. The twins realized that they both were neither right nor wrong. So they stopped fighting. They made up. But the damage had already been done to the station......
I am Emmet. The story taught me to be verrrry open minded about my twin brother's thoughts and feelings. I do not want to have a bad fight that would make us never speak to each other ever again. That would be bad and it would be verrrry lonely. I had nightmares as a kid due to that story. But Ingo was there..... he also had nightmares since he too would listen to the story with me.
I hope I explained it well. It is considered verrrry important history in Unova. Thank you for listening, @"
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Since Truth and Ideals is a major story plot in the Pokémon black and white games it makes sense to sprinkle in a bit of that duality... since well it's part of their culture.
Also out of all the npcs... Ingo talks the most. So uhh have fun with dialogue boxes LOL. And infodumps... and shenanigans
As of now, Emmet actually has 32 more lines than Ingo but Ingo's dialogue file is larger than Emmet's by 7 KB! So... Yup. Ingo can ramble. Emmet may speak more than a vanilla NPC, but it's nothing compared to Ingo. ▷ Thylak
#mail car connecting line#subway to stardew#Ingo#Ingo and Emmets daily dialog....#oh boy...#There's a lot we have to reorganize and add on#If you seen how our documents are layed out... oof#We have to reorganize. Conduct a checklist.
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Your songfic idea sounds really fun! May I please ask for a songfic with Doffy, Kaido, or King with a female reader. I don't have any hard nos. A vampire/monster/alien AU would be cool if the muse runs with it
HELLO! Thank you for the request! Honestly I did shaky eyes at the Kaido plus AU cuz I love that but I have ONE favorite song for Doffy and all was lost in the face of finally being able to do it. I hope you enjoy this anyway!
GN!Reader / SFW / 877
Warnings: Some use of his strings, enough to bleed a little. GN but calls the reader "doll".
Song: "I've Got the World on a String" - Frank Sinatra
Giggling you tried to roll away from the fingers that sought you out. They skimmed down your sides before grabbing onto an ankle to stroke against the pad of your foot.
"Doffy!" you managed to cry out past your laughter. "Stop itttt ha ha ha." Tears streamed down your face as you tried to kick your foot out of his grip. He didn't let go but at least he stopped tickling you. You gasped for breath as you lay collapsed on the large bed in his room. "So meannn," you whined.
His grin grew wide before he released your foot, kneeled on the bed and crawled over you, his large frame blocking out the light from above. "Am I? I could get meaner if you want." The tone was joking but there was just enough touch of truth to it that heat pooled in your stomach. Doflamingo was dangerous, everyone knew that. He could be charming and loving when he wanted to be, but underneath was a bed of knives. You never knew when you'd lay on one.
Honestly, you didn't mind. That darkness is what drew you to him, after all. Well, that and the fact that he was smoking hot, powerful, rich, and treated you like royalty. (When he was feeling generous).
"Could you?" you teased right back not at all frightened. You looped your arms around his neck as he smirked down at you, missing his usual feathered coat, chest bare. "Say," you continued, trailing your fingers down his skin. "What's your favorite song?"
The random question made his smirk fade for a moment before it came right back, wider than before. "Favorite song in general or favorite song about me?"
You laughed. Doffy had strange pockets, he was vain but didn't always like talking about himself. Or if he did, it was always very specific aspects. This felt like a safe spot. "About you."
Quickly, Doffy scrambled off the bed. "Well, I'm glad you asked doll. Get comfortable." You crawled to the edge and sat back, leaning on your hands as you watched him giggle to himself as he pulled out a record and put it in the record player. Dragging the needle over to the specific spot, the speaker snail made an awful static noise that had you wincing with pain; suddenly brass filled the room. Doflamingo snagged up his pink feathered coat and posed dramatically, making you laugh. He was quite the picture, naked chest only framed by his signature feathers, pants hanging low on his hips, toes digging into the plush rug. Then he started to sing and all other thoughts flew out the window.
I've got the world on a string, sittin' on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
Immediately you started to giggle as he wiggled his fingers at you.
What a world, what a life, I'm in love
You smiled at the proclamation but didn't take it seriously. 'In love' could mean a lot of things and this was a song about Doffy, not you.
I've got a song that I sing
I can make the rain go, anytime I move my finger
The familiar tug of strings at your arms pulled you forward suddenly. A puppet on strings and you didn't bother to fight against them as they corralled you towards him. When they stopped, you were pressed in tight against his body, peering up at him.
Lucky me, can't you see, I'm in love
The strings loosened enough for you to move and you wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling his chest expand and retract as he sang.
Life is a beautiful thing, as long as I hold the string
I'd be a silly so and so, if I should ever let it go
Pain around your neck and you didn't flinch as you felt his strings wrap around, digging in slightly. Blood dripped down but you simply smiled.
I've got the world on a string, sittin' on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
What a world, what a life, I'm in love
The thing was, you'd do anything for Doffy and he knew it. Whatever he decided to do with you, love you, kill you, throw you away like you were nothing, you'd accept any treatment because in your heart of hearts you knew you loved him. Despite how stupid that was, despite common sense that screamed at you not too.
Swaying gently around the room, you let his voice wash over you, comforting in its glee and happiness. His strings never left your neck, likely dyed a crimson red by now.
He smiled a serpent smile, ready to strike.
Life is a beautiful thing, as long as I hold the string
I'd be a silly so and so, if I should ever let it go
And what did Doflamingo value more than absolute loyalty from his followers?
I've got the world on a string, sittin' on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
Nothing. The answer was nothing. So you'd be devoted, let it consume you until you would be left with nothing if he ever left you.
Just the way he wanted.
What a world
Man, this is the life
Hey now, I'm so in love...
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"Okay okay so how about one where, the some of the Man Utd teammates are having dinner at a fancy place. Late in the dinner Antony gets bored and starts whispering naughty naughty things to Lisandro. But licha can’t do anything but just squeeze down on Tony’s thigh since everyone else is talking mostly to licha"
You ask and you shall receive!
Enjoy!
Almost the whole team were gathered for dinner, everyone except for Antony, who was late.
"Why is he late?" Lisandro thought to himself. He had to recheck his messages to see if he had texted Antony the right address. He had, still, Antony was late.
It was unlike him and Lisandro hated it, because it made him wonder, "Is he with someone else?"
"Sorry I'm late!"
Lisandro sighed in relief seeing Antony stumble into the obscure section of the restaurant where the team had their table. He wore a leather jacket, black pants and white shoes. All Gucci.
"You're late." Lisandro whispered before pulling Antony a chair to sit next to him.
"Sorry about that, I had some stuff to set up at the house?"
"What stuff?"
"Don't worry about it." He said, taking a seat and acknowleding his temates.
Lisandro frowned "What do you mean don't worry about it?" Obviously this would make him worry about it more.
"You'll see when we get home." Antony said, patting Lisandro's thigh. He let his hand remin there.
Lisandro sat back, still wondering why Antony didn't want to tell him exactly why he arrived late. To be honest he was just glad that Antony was with him now and not with someone else.
The night went on with the team going for a round of drinks before being served what Scott McTominay refered to as, the best Haggis in town.
"What's a Haggis?" Bruno Fernades said. He was looking down on his plate frowning. So did the other non British players, including Lisandro and Antony.
"It's like a mince pie shoved into a sheeps stomach." Scott said.
"A what, shoved into a what?" Players like Bruno pushed their plates in front of them, refusing to eat. Other players like Harry Maguire started digging in like it was a regular Sunday dinner.
"Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick." Antony said, shoving his plate aside.
"Did you taste it?" Lisandro asked.
"No, but the smell of it..."
"Say no more." Lisandro grimace. He hated mince pie. To think of it stuffed into a sheeps stomach made him question British cuisine entirely. Thank god for Alcohol, Lisandro thought. Scott was paying for everyone drinks, in that way keeping all of them happy. Welp, everyone except for Antony.
"I'm bored." He sighed. "Let's get out of here."
"Can't" Lisandro shrugged.
"Why not?" Antony hand squeezed Lisandro's thigh.
"I promised to give Fred a ride home." Lisandro removed Antony's hand from his thigh. He was unfaced by Antonys attempt to force a reaction out of him. Antony however, remained steadfast, leaning in to whisper in Lisandro's ear. "You sure? I got somthing for us at home."
Lisandro looked ahead of him but raised a curious brow.
"Come on Licha, don't you want me to show you what I got?"
"Later." Lisandro muttered, once again forced to remove Antony's eager hand from his thigh as it krept closer to his already stiff erection.
He sat back in frustration. "Why are you no fun Licha?"
Lisandro would rember these words for when they got home, which were around midnight after dropping off Fred at his house.
"Almost there."
Antony insistead on covering Lisandro's eyes with his hands as he lead him through the house.
"Don't tell me you bought another stupid gear like that disco pooltable?"
"Actually I did, but I have a feeling your going to like this one."
"I doubt that." Lisandro snorted. Just then Antony made him stumble over the threshold leading out to the patio.
"Watch it." He hissed.
"Sorry." Antony cringed. "Either way you can look now."
They stood outside on the patio. Lisandro batted his eyes adjusting to the dark night. He shook his head. "What exactly am I looking at?"
"Ta da!" Antony stood posing In front of a giant black box.
"A box?" Lisandro frowned. "You bought us a giant black box.
"No Licha." Antony's hands searched for somthing on tge top, a button. Pressing down on it the flap folded open, reavilng a well of blue light.
A smile twitched the corner Lisandro's lips as the blue collar painted the walls around them.
"It's a Jacuzzi." Antony said.
"I can see that."
"Not to bad ey?" Antony grinned, seeing Lisandro didn't yell at him for buying another stupid gear. "I've been busy all day setting it up. That's why I was late for dinner tonight."
Lisandro nodded his head understandingly. "Let's not waste anymore time then."
"Oh."
Antony stumbled back against the jacuzzi as Lisandro stepped forwards, hooking an arm around his neck and pulling his face against his own.
Antony tilted his head back, making Lisandro latch on to his neck, serenading it with wet kisses. "So does this mean I get to buy whatever I want without you questioning my decisions?"
"Shut up." Lisandro huffed, his hands moving on to strip Antony of his jacket. His shirt was next, Lisandro peeling it up and over Antony's head.
"Get in the pool." He commanded.
"With my pants on?" Antony frowned.
"Do as I say. This one is for me not you" Lisandro remembered Antony's teasing at dinner. He would learn not to do that again.
"So...are you getting in with me or what?" Antony stood with water up to his waist, not knowing Lisandro's further intentions.
"Sit down." Lisandro said, watching him spitefully. Antony did what was told and got neck deep with water as he brought himself to his knees.
"Don't take your eyes off me." Lisandro wanted Antony to watch what he had done to him, the suffering Antony had caused him. He began by kicking off his shoes. Then he peeled of his jacket and shirt. He let his hands linger on his belt, making sure to lock eyes with Antony as he revealed his rock hard erection.
"Look what you've done to me." He grunted. "I wanted to fuck your brains out right there at the dinner table."
"Why didn't you?" Antony smiled.
"Cuz you're going to fuck me now with your mouth."
Lisandro stripped himself of his pants and climbed into the jacuzzi. The water was steaming hot, however the sensation was soothing against his skin. He placed himself in front of Antony who remained on his knees.
"Fuck me." He commanded and so Antony took him in, his tounge warm against the tip of his cock. Antony took him in deep, making Lisandro grunt with the sensation. His hand went to rest on Antony's head, pacing him as it got harder not to come.
"Fuck...Tony."
Antony slurred Lisandro's cock in his mouth, wetness dripping down from the side of his mouth. Lisandro had yet given him permission to use his hands, but once he did it was game over for Lisandro.
"Fuuuck."
He fell back with the release, creating small waves in the water. Antony moved to rest his head against Lisandro's chest as the two of them went on to listen to the sounds of the night. The stars in the sky made it a perfect night.
#fanfiction#manchester united#manchester utd#antony#antony santos#lisandro martinez#lichantony#requested
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hey i just wanted to drop a note to say that i adore your art so much. your style is so round and cosy and your designs are so expressive, and your poses have such a wonderful “weight” to them if that makes sense? just really nicely grounded, not floaty, like i can almost feel the actual real weightiness to the droop of penny’s tentacles in karlach’s hands, or the force behind a very snuggly hug. that’s the best i can explain it lol but yeah it’s just really nice to look at!
also i love that you had your tav unabashedly become a mind flayer, which i don’t think nearly enough people commit to in the player base, and i love that shes still with karlach anyway, it’s so sweet and very refreshing. (oh and i LOVE that your durge is a kobold omg, that is just so delightful and honestly inspired and must have been such a fun playthrough)
anyway yeah i just really enjoy your art and your unique ideas in general and i wanted to thank you for sharing both!
SOBBING!!! this is such a wonderful sweet comment, thank you so much!! that sort of organic, weighty quality is something i really enjoy in art and that i have a lot of fun playing with myself, so i'm very glad to hear it's coming across well to you! especially since you're singling out poses where multiple characters are interacting- that's always something i've had difficulty with, so it's very nice to hear that :]
yesss, penny eventually becoming a mind flayer is something i was set on before i even knew for sure that it was an option- let it never be said that i'm not a sucker for people becoming monsters. and i agree, i would love to see more illithid!tav stuff around- there's so much neat area there to explore! i'm also allllways a sucker for "a kind/good-aligned character becomes a monster and must learn to deal with their monstrous urges/nature while trying to stay true to themself but still in a very real sense becoming someone/thing different". always
i really enjoy the fic "thy people shall be my people" by leomona on ao3 about this- it's post-canon, a mind flayer tav and astarion navigating the whole Seven Thousand Vampire Spawn In The Underdark situation. its from tavs perspective, and does the perspective of a mind flayer in a super interesting and fun way.
no shade to the people who love the emperor (i love it too! fantastic character makes me want to gnaw my arm off) but i do wish more people played around with illithid!tav outside of the context of emp/tav.. like idk i find the concept of a tav that freed orpheus and became an illithid to wield the netherstones really really interesting and graauaag!!h. i have plenty of thoughts on penny's story, her relationship with the emperor leading up to the climax of the story, and her post-ceremorphosis but writing is shrimply not my forte. we'll see if i end up doing more stuff with that
(& EHEHE i love oth. he's just a little guy they're just a little birthday boyyyy. i haven't finished his playthrough yet- still on the latter half of act 3 (and a little burnt out on act 3 rn since i just finished up pennybun's second playthrough. we'll finish oth at some point, though, i still have a final romance scene to get to with wyll.). i'm so glad for the fantastical multiverse mod making playing as a kobold possible- i'm a furry so any more options for animalistic-looking species is a win for me. and i love the idea of bhaal's chosen being a 3-foot tall lyre-playing lizard. they're also just very fun to watch in cutscenes and stuff when the cutscenes aren't breaking. also when they are breaking)
but yes thank you so much this message really made me smile :]
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Let's fight an epic battle!
Summary: Remy meets an otherworldly catboy...
Characters: Remy Ratatong (they/he), Ar Tate (made by @autisticartate)
notes: yay
"...Eh?"
"YOU HEARD ME RIGHT! Let's Tetris, right here, right now!"
"...Sir, I'm trying to w-work..."
For most of the denizens of the small village known as Primp, this would be a regular occurrence - for one Remy Ratatong, however, this was completely out of the ordinary.
A fairly tall man with what appeared to be cat ears stood over Remy, trying and mostly failing to appear intimidating.
Key word "mostly".
"If you could just get out of the way, I need to get back to the supply closet...?" He suggested quietly.
"And why should I?!" The strange man demanded, "I've been utterly dying to compete with someone, and you're the most eligible person I've found yet, so... battle me!"
...This guy talks like Schezo, but even more dramatic.
"Sir, please, itll only take a sec," Remy said, "A-after, I'll battle with you.."
"My name is Ar, not SIR!" The now identified "Ar" yelled angrily, "How about you battle me first, then you get to search your so-called 'supply closet'?"
"My 'so-called'..." Remy said in pure disbelief, "...Okay. If it'll make you leave me al-alone."
"Glad you've finally seen sense! Now, to battle!" Ar exclaimed, "Tetris..."
"Puyo-puyoo~" Remy responded lazily, beginning the battle.
And thus, the epic battle of two pro players began!
...Well, not quite epic.
Similarly to Remy's very first Puyo battle, he hardly tried to do much at all, just keeping the puyos from stacking too close to the top as he got several five- and six-chains.
Ar, on the other hand...
"Ack! Owch!"
"This must be the end for me..."
"You're hopeless! You're pathe-"
"ACK-"
After several minutes of this "Ar" desperately attempting to survive Remy's attacks, the overly kind Ratatong decided to tone it down a notch.
But even with Remy not completing any chains except for the odd one-chain to keep him in the game, his opponent wasn't faring well at all.
About twelve minutes into the battle, Remy checked Ar's board, deciding to simply watch him play.
Ar wasn't doing any hard drops. He wasn't even pushing his pieces to go down faster.
Most impressively of all, it appeared that Ar wasn't holding a single piece.
"Are you going easy on me?" Remy asked, curious. This guy didn't seem like the type to do such a thing, but...
"Going easy- I'm putting all I have into this battle!" Ar retorted.
"Ah, well, you aren't harddropping, or doing any t-spins, or anything special at all, so I just thought-"
"WELL you thought wrong! I simply use...alternative tactics in my battles!"
"Alternative... B-but, do you even know how to harddrop at all? It's a really important, uhm, technique." Remy said, now feeling incredibly awkward.
Ar scoffed. "'Hard drops' mean nothing to me! My techniques are clearly far beyond your level if you think that simply being 'fast' and 'efficient' is what it takes to be good at Tetris!"
"But..."
Suddenly, the two heard a noise neither of them were expecting - the noise of too many Puyos causing Remy's board to break.
"O-oh, well..." Remy said, falling to the ground in his signature 'loser pose'.
"I won?" Ar said, clearly in shock before shaking his head and recomposing himself, "OF COURSE I won! I'm the greatest Tetris player in the multiverse! Nobody can stand in my way!"
"R-right, okay, now that that's over with... I really need to get back to work," Remy sighed, "My boss won't fire me, but I don't want to leave everyone to do my work..."
Remy began the short walk to the supply closet... and Ar followed him.
"You're the first person I've battled in quite some time. Clearly, this means we were meant to be together!" He announced.
"...'Scuse me?" Remy said blankly.
"You heard me! Your sudden presence must be a good omen... Obviously you shall be the one to bring me to my goal!"
"If your goal's also the supply closet, then sure, otherwise I can't help you." Remy said, then began completely ignoring Ar.
"My goal is far beyond that - it's to the stars! The SS Tetra... I must find it, battle Tee, and reclaim my rightful place as Tetris King!" Ar began ranting, "Of course, you shall be assisting me, as you're clearly almost as powerful as I am! Now, my plan is this..."
And so he continued, all throughout Remy's time at work, until Remy went home and locked Ar out in the rain like the sopping wet flea-covered stray cat he was.
the end
#puyo puyo#remy ratatong [oc]#ar tate#remy has clearly been spending too much time around sig /j#fanfiction#klug's writings
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I loved River-to-the-Sea Sure and it finally got me to start watching The Untamed. Do you have any recommendations for fic in this fandom? I love their uptight/playful dynamic.
I'm not very knowledgeable about Chinese cultures but I'm wary of reading fic that is offensive or extremely inaccurate and would love some guidance going in.
Thank you!
So first of all, I'm so glad you liked River-to-the-Sea Sure, and congratulations/condolences on starting to watch The Untamed, which is An Experience and you will never be the same afterward. 😂
I want to be clear that I am not qualified to certify anyone's fics as culturally accurate or not offensive, and neither do I consider myself qualified to offer guidance about how to tell up front if a fic is going to have those problems. The recs below are for fics that seem chill to me (I wouldn't rec them otherwise), but the truth is that we're all out here with our own individual set of tools for making such assessments, and I can't say mine are necessarily any better than anyone else's.
So with all that said, let's have some recs!
First, I have a pinboard for fics I love! If you're interested, you can follow me there for more, or just browse around. 💜 Fic for The Untamed/CQL is here. Disclaimer: I am also myself still working my way through the enormous volume of awesome fic in this fandom - my reading list is not so much a list as, uh, a spreadsheet 🤦♀️ so, just, you know, this is not any kind of definitive list.
Since I don't know how far into the series you are yet, for the avoidance of spoilers, I'm mostly going to rec AUs, and since you said you like the playful/uptight dynamic, I'm going to focus on fics that highlight that dynamic.
with intent by Lirazel: one non-AU for you - this beautifully written fic takes place during Episode 6 and asks, "what if the Cold Pond Cave protections didn't consider the forehead ribbon enough proof of Lan Clan membership?"
all your life you'll dream of this by Attila and the stars in the hazy heaven tremble above you by cicer: two quasi-in-universe AUs for you - specifically, two delightful, long, satisfying Cinderella AUs, very different from each other but full of banter and romance.
Waiting for Spring by thievinghippo: the one where they're MLB players! I'm inferring that you probably ended up on my tumblr because of my hockey fic, so I thought you might appreciate an AU where they're professional athletes - so good, so much banter and pining! No knowledge of MLB required, for real.
Year of Night Call by ailuridae: the one where they're surgeons (specifically trauma fellows)! I love a highly-specific AU where you can feel the depth of the author's knowledge but never have to feel lost - plus, the UST is outstanding, and my favorite flavor (we're not dating but we sleep in the same tiny bed).
how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat) by Yuisaki and bwyn: College student Wei Wuxian plots to expose a catfish on a dating site posing as famous actor Lan Wangji by messaging said catfish until he slips up and reveals his true identity. It doesn't occur to him that it might actually be famous actor Lan Wangji. Or that he might fall in love. Oh, man, now I need to re-read this fic, it's so good!
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War of Y Ep 10 Stray Thoughts
Let's finish off Frigay with the soap opera drama. I'll be relieved when this managers fighting is over, and I'm not sure I'll be continuing next week.
Last time we were here, we learned that Bew is likely not just a victim in all of this, and either has become or always was a player as well.
I'm going to miss these shorts once we're done with this pair.
I am glad Sprite gets to be in this show and have fun.
I do like the dramatic posing and framing. Curious how this payoff will blow up.
Glad to see Gus and Bew not qualifying their queerness as a couple and being direct about it, and contributing to the call for marriage equality. Super refreshing.
Ah, Sprite's character is talking to Toon. Small industry.
Oh, are we going to fuck on the counter? Pran would be proud.
Oh, Bew was the one who didn't want a formal contract? How long has be been plotting to bail on Toon?
It's time for the drama! Stefano is back and ready to swap some babies!
Yes, dramatic rain and lightning. Give us ambience!
Honestly, I'm tired of accounting for all the provocations and escalations. It's all too much.
(For a variety of reasons, I had to pause the episode here on Friday. We are resuming now on Sunday morning.)
Bew is definitely still an actor. Pla is not playing anymore and snatched that phone back.
Damn, now Gus has the moral high ground?
Okay, we need to talk about music translation and where we place this in our shows. It baffles me that we still haven't figured out how to let music subtitles appear elsewhere in the video with the uploaded subtitle files these services use. I like knowing what the singers of songs used in dramas are saying, but squeezing it between dialogue is so frustrating.
"I want to end all the rumors." Me, too, Toon. I'm ready for this entire plotline to end.
Oh no. Can we not script people touching their chests when we literally have mics strapped to them???
An airport goodbye in the age of security theater? It's more likely than you think.
I feel like I need to read some deep dives into FC culture.
Why is Bew taking this picture in portrait mode??
I'm enjoying this tentative reconciliation.
Love that BL and other dramas have made me emotional about a head pat.
I do like that both parts have ended on a hopeful romantic note. That's encouraging.
Next week looks kinda fascinating in that they're doing a reality competition show. Can't guarantee I'll continue. I didn't like these guys in the little we've seen, and I'm not sure I have enough Days of Our Lives jokes to make it through ten more weeks.
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Well, actually yes.. they do keep me on track, you know sometimes I really get hard mood swings but the guys are nothing but cool about it baby owlet. It's good to still be able to feel like myself at least with my closest people. Other people just seems to notice the pro volleyball player, only a few notice the person and I like that... But I don't like us being apart for so long. I will compensate you these days baby. *he looks at you perplex* shouldn't it be funny, baby owlet? I like all that stuff about poses and different angles... I have quite the fun with it. *then he notices your second flirty remark and smiles, showing a cocky grin* Sure they enjoy muscles here baby owlet. But let's face the fact that only you can touch them and that that are all yours... And that is something only you can do... Akaashi always says sharing is nice. Since only you can touch let them at least admire from afar *he lets out a playful laugh*
*He smiles happily noticing how delicious the good you cooked actually looks and giving you a sweet peck on your lips when you lean in for a kiss* I'm pretty sure Atsumu would love to discuss the issue with you. Not that I'm competing as for the matter... *He adds letting out a loud laugh*
*he happily reply to your kisses and after trying his food he smiles wide* For real baby owlet, this taste amazing! I had missed so much homemade food! Specially yours but seriously this truly taste amazing! I can notice how much work you have put on it and how much you have improved. Thank you so soooo much! *He says effusively, his usual happy and noisy self back, after the first moments of realising he was really finally at home with you*
A walk to the gardens and out home sounds nice to me. I miss... Daily things so a walk would mostly solve that, then the library shop... And then what about a gaming centre? There we can play some games and have some fun before dinner. How does it sound baby owlet? *He asks curiously* as for dinner, Atmusu's brother, Osamu, recommended it to me before I came back so I decided to give it a shot. Let's get all fancy for dinner, yeah? I've never had a fancy dinner with you before and I'm really looking forward to it too! *He mentions enthusiastically*
Bokuto. K
(Hiii baby! Sorry it took so long Bo and me are finally back! Hope you like this! Sending you all the love and a big hug!😊🥰)
*I can't help but giggle when he talks about his major mood swings, knowing first hand how drastic he can go from being positive and happy to down in the dumps. He was so hard on himself over any mistake and it was a relief to me knowing his teammates seemed to accept and adapt to his personality.* We will definitely have to make up for the time we were apart. I'm glad you have fun during your photoshoots though. I love that you can always find the joy in situations, love.
*When he smirks at me and tells me that I'm the only one that can touch his muscles, I can't help but blush. I hoped I would get plenty of time with him and those yummy muscles while he was home, and I liked this more flirty side of him too.* Well, yes. Sharing is caring. I don't mind people checking you out. I just hope they see that you're not just a hottie with a body, but a kind, loveable sweetheart too.
*His comment about Atsumu makes me laugh but I shake my head teasingly* I have nothing to talk to him about. My mind is already made up and nothing he can do will change it. You are my type and I love you.
I think we should definitely take that walk and then stop by the book shop. And a gaming center sounds really fun! I promise to go easy on you and let you win sometimes. *I wink playfully* Wow! If Osamu recommended it, I bet it's great. We'll have to make sure we get home in time to get ready. I'll make sure to wear something really pretty to impress you.
(Thank you mod! Getting Bokuto in my inbox was really refreshing and, as always, he made me smile so much! I am sending my love and hugs right back to you ♥♥)
#🦉Bokuto Anon#BestAnonSquad#Bokuto Anon#I forgot how flirty I was being with him 😆#it made me blush 🙈#Bokuto is beefy though#I want to touch
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[ hc ] — wives and girlfriends
+ characters. oikawa t. - miya a. - kageyama t.
+ warnings. bondage, overstimulation, degradation, misogyny, public sex, implied filming, implied squirting, manipulation. let me know if i missed anything !!
WAGs
acronym used to refer to wives and girlfriends of high-profile sportspersons. the term may also be used in the singular form, WAG, to refer to a specific female partner who is in a relationship with a sportsperson
— oikawa
the press already adores him
so when you come into the picture, things get even better for him
he's known for looking after you whenever you are out in the public eye
tying your shoelaces? he kneels and does it for you
too crowded? he's telling everyone to back off and leave you alone
need help fixing your dress? he's got you
it's ridiculous how much he spoils you. in public, of course
because in reality, it's all an act
cameras flash as the setter guides you down the red-carpet, his palm on the small of your back and pausing briefly to pose for the photographers.
his loving gaze always focused on you.
however, the gentle look is replaced by a stern one as soon as you step into your home.
"you love giving them a show, don't you?" he traps you against the wall, keeping you pinned to it with a hand on your throat, "flaunting your tits in that dress, I'm sure every single camera has a picture of your hard nipples by now."
"but I–"
"shut the fuck up! making me look like I'm the one smitten for you, really?" he runs a hand through his hair as he looks to the side, "and making me fix your stupid dress as if I were your servant."
he glances back at you, his hold on your throat tightening once he notices the tears in your eyes.
pathetic.
"we both know it's you the one that's always begging for me," you feel a shiver run down your spine at his tone, his usual warm chocolate eyes looking cold and uninviting.
"so don't forget you're replaceable, princess."
— atsumu
you're one of japan's most loved and hated wag
he always made a show to flaunt you to the press, especially during his games
dedicating his services to you, kissing you messily after a victory
he even gave you permission to cheer for him when he's about to serve
atsumu loves letting everyone know the hottest girl in the stands is cheering for him
which has earned you a decent amount of threats and hate
claiming that you just want the status that comes with dating a professional athlete
unluckily for you, atsumu's more than glad to give his fans what they want
"ah fuck, 'tsumu..."
"louder, pretty girl," he growls in your ear, his harsh thrusts echoing in the locker room.
the opposite team's locker room.
he hits one spot that has you mewling immediately, your nails raking down his broad back while he keeps pounding into you. your legs are wrapped around his hips which helps him reach deeper, his cock pulsing against your walls.
"don't you wanna show 'em it's you who gets my cock, hm?" he sneers as he picks up his pace, the brutal force forbidding you from answering him back, "they wish they were you, getting Miya fucking Atsumu's fat cock buried in their cunts."
"say it, babe. say how you're just a filthy slut," his balls slap against your ass while he chases his orgasm, spewing insults and groans as he gets closer to his end, "just another whore wanting to fuck a famous player."
"fuck yes, yes! just want your cock, want to be your slut!"
more groans and moans fill the place when he pumps his warm cum into your hole, tears staining your cheeks while the thick fluid drips out of your pussy.
"oi, sunarin! make sure ya get her from this angle."
— kageyama
he's pretty reserved when it comes to his love life
during interviews, he retorts to the classic "we're happy" as soon as your name is brought up
and it's rare to see you in the stands during his games
which has lead the fans and press to speculate that you're together for his image
since it definitely gets him more attention when he's seen at fancy galas with you hanging off his arm
sporting the flashiest diamond ring in your fourth finger
however, what they don't know is that he saves all his energy for when he has you all to himself
you tug at the tight knots, trying and failing to free yourself from their hold.
"don't be pathetic, you know there's no getting out of that."
with your legs spread wide open, he places the vibrator on your clit as his free hand strokes his erect cock. he squeezes the tip gently, teasing himself, while he makes you squirm on the bed.
"p-please, too much," you whine and thrash as the vibrations begin to hurt.
it's your fourth orgasm, or so you think—too dazed to remember. but he doesn't seem to be putting and end to your torture anytime soon.
"this is what you're good for," he sneers down at you, pumping his length faster as he observes the juices dripping out of your sensitive pussy, "being a fuck-toy, an accessory for a man like me."
a broken sob leaves your mouth when you sense another orgasm approaching, fighting the restraints keeping you against the bed while the need to pee and cum overtakes your mind.
"now cum, before I get someone else to take your spot."
taglist. @newfriendjen @tsumue @cyb3rbab3 @lets-go-datehoe @kageyamakock @oneholetickler @idiotgu @kageyama-i-want-tobiors
#haikyuu smut#oikawa smut#atsumu smut#tw.degradation#tw.misogyny#oikawa.xo#atsumu.xo#this is so self indulgent lmaoo#okay but gave u seen shakira and piqué?#i want that#i meann im not a famous singer#but i always think about them when i imagine my ideal wag life#kageyama smut#tobio smut#okay i added him in the last second#thats why his tags r at the bottom adfjskw#kageyama.xo#these tags are a mess#tw.manipulation
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best friend’s daddy - part three
Warnings: dark!andy barber, language, mentions of age difference, mentions of sex, underage drinking, pregnancy
Word count: 4.8k
Summary: A series of snapshots with your past and current life with Andy Barber.
[highly requested—and i mean highly]
masterlist
Newton, MA - 2017 Homecoming Game
He saw you immediately, shamelessly staring at the bright, yet fake smile slapped on your face as you posed for the picture. Andy's eyes drifted to the football players arms around your waist, too far down for the assistant district attorney's liking, not that he could do anything about it. He was unable to contain the eye roll when one of the players pressed a quick kiss on your cheek while you looked at the camera.
Andy knew he had no right feeling that way. He knew you thought he hated you. The glares, the tone he used, the disapproval glances he gave Jacob whenever you were with him. It was enough evidence for you to think he didn't want you around. He didn't. But not for the same reasons as you think.
Jacob ran past him, pulling you into a hug as the players around you ran back to their pre-game huddle, hyping themselves up. He heard your laugh, his previous annoyance washing away as he listened, wishing he didn't have to keep up his act. Instead, he watched from afar, noticing the fake smile replaced by a genuine one as you hugged your best friend, your cheer skirt rising before dropping back to it's already short length as soon as Jacob let you go.
Like the years before, Laurie didn't come to the homecoming game, claiming she was far too busy with work but Andy wasn't dumb. He could see it in her face everyday, helplessly watching his wife distance herself from him. But he couldn't blame her; he was doing the same. After all, not everything is supposed to last forever.
He secretly admired you, silently praising your will to pursue the career you wanted despite the very many attempts, and lectures from your parents about becoming a lawyer. Andy had gotten calls from them, more than happy to show you around the building with your parents hope of you magically being interested in what they had planned. But you were stubborn, and you hadn't backed down. He was impressed.
You glanced at Andy, surprised he wasn't glaring at you but rather staring at you with an expression you couldn't quite place, and you quickly diverted your eyes back to Jacob. "I'm so glad you came! Thank you for not being a total nerd tonight."
"My dad practically dragged me out of the house, grumbling about how I had to support my best friend when she's on the cheerleading team." Jacob explained, motioning to his father, the older Barber climbing the stairs as he claimed a spot on the bleachers next to your father. "I think it was just an excuse to watch a game that didn't feature the Patriots."
Once again, you were surprised. As said before, you thought he didn't care for your presence; to hear he wanted his son to support you was surprisingly shocking no matter how small it was. "Oh. Looks like he and Dad are gossiping again. Your mom didn't come?"
"No, she had work. What about yours?" asked Jacob.
"Business trip." you answered, sarcasm dripping from your voice. You saw the Instagram posts her friends posted, the so-called business trip had turned into a vacation with the girls. You heard your name being yelled, your cheer squad waving you over. Turning back to Jacob, you smiled. "They're calling me over so I gotta go. I'll find you after halftime, okay? We can ditch."
Jacob arched a brow, the corner of his lips twitching up. "But you're head cheerleader. Aren't you supposed to stay for the whole game?"
"Nah, Leila can take over after halftime. I'll just make up an excuse and say I went off with a guy or something." you said, tightening your ponytail. "Oh, and don't use the last stall in the boy's bathroom. Pretty sure someone had sex in that."
"Pretty sure that someone was you." he replied, grinning as you flipped him off. He laughed when you nearly ran into toddler, apologizing to the little person before running to the squad.
Jacob joined Andy and your father, answering questions from your dad, and listening to the two fathers talk about the mundane life as the game started. Andy's vision kept drifting off to you, cheering on the sidelines as the game, accidentally missing parts of the game. Not that he minded to much, he had a nice view, and he knew the score. It wasn't that much of an inconvenience for him.
Before halftime, you snuck away, going into the school to grab another hair tie from your locker. Thankfully, the field was close to the west side of the school, the locker bay only a short walk from the entrance. Coincidentally, just as you walked towards the bathroom with the hair tie, Andy bumped into you, the phone in his hand dropping to the floor.
"Oh, shit." you cursed, quickly bending down, grabbing the phone and handing it back to your best friend's dad. "Sorry, Mr. Barber, I wasn't looking."
Andy sighed, studying his phone instead of giving into the urge to comfort your tense state. For the millionth time, he wished he didn't have to act like a dick to you. "It's fine. Just watch where your going or you might head into the mens' room."
Not knowing whether he was serious or not, you gave an awkward nod, walking pass him. You hadn't seen the lingering glance he gave you before walking back to the game. Pushing on the bathroom door, you let yourself drown in your jitters, hyping yourself up before coming back and performing.
You had forgotten about Andy by the time you returned.
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Newton, MA - May 14, 2018
Andy heard the knock, getting out of his seat to unlock the door. A presence befall him, a feeling he only got when you were nearby. With that thought, he immediately opened the door, greeted by the sight of you soaking from the rainfall, shivering, eyes slightly swollen, and downright miserable.
He called out your name in surprise, shocked to see you in such a messy state, let alone see you in his office. "What happened? Come in, come in. Are you okay?"
"Sorry, I—" you shivered, biting your lip to keep from spilling every problem you had faced on him. "It was raining so hard that I had to stop so I wouldn't crash or anything. And this was the closest building I parked to. I ran inside but I guess it didn't make any difference seeing how soaked I am."
Andy wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, unable to find a stray blanket or anything warm to give you. He led you to the leather couch, softly pushing you down to sit on it. "Come here, sit down. Did school end early?"
"No, um, I skipped." you sniffed, sinking down on the leather, letting Andy's coat fall over your shoulders. "I had a fight with my mom. A big one. So, I didn't exactly feel that great to come to school and I've been driving around since eight."
"Sweetheart, you're soaked. You're going to get sick." Andy murmured, wiping his warm hand over your forehead, the little droplets of water wetting his hand. "I have some clean clothes in my gym bag. Tell me what you were fighting about, it might make you feel better."
You watched him grab his duffel bag from under his desk, opening your mouth to protest but the cold, wet clothes made you close it. "I made some backhand comment about having a job in fashion, then she just blew up. She wants me to be a lawyer, go to the best schools, and be successful even if I'm not happy. I told her to fuck off, yelling that I'll do what I want. She didn't like that answer, so I grabbed my keys and drove around."
Andy gave you his Patriots shirt, and a clean pair of sweats, taking his wet jacket from you. You whispered a thank you, before taking off your dripping shirt, not caring Andy was watching. He cleared his throat, diverting his eyes away from your half-naked body. "Well, what did you want to be? What do you want to do after school?"
"I don't really know, except for the fact that I don't want to be a lawyer, that's for sure." you replied, putting on the sweatpants Andy gave you, relishing in the warmth. "I'm sorry for getting your couch wet, I—"
"It's okay, don't worry about it, sweetheart. Are you okay, now? Do you want me to do something about it?" Andy asked, unsure to hug you so he settled for an awkward pat on your shoulder, moving closer to you.
You scoffed, fidgeting with the hem of the large Patriots t-shirt, rolling your eyes at the question. "Trust me, there's nothing you could do about it. They're both so persistent on me being this successful lawyer that it doesn't matter if I want to be one. Tell me, Mr. Barber, what's so fucking great about being one?"
He bit back a smile, shifting on the couch until he was touching you, the serotonin you gave him encouraged Andy to brush back your dripping hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. With wide eyes, and a slight frown, you meet his eyes. "Well, firstly, you're able to help people. In layman's terms, you either can defend a client, or prosecute a criminal. Putting the bad guys away. Um, you can meet new people, have some experiences that's unlikely for others. But, you're right. You shouldn't have to do what you're parents have planned for you."
"Try telling them that." you sniffled, goosebumps appearing on your arms, subconsciously leaning your cheek on Andy's hand. He heard the angelic sigh escape from your lips, his smile appearing. "Thank you for the clothes and everything Mr. Barber."
"Don't mention it." he replied, bravely wrapping his arms around your slightly shivering body. Andy felt you tense for a few moments before slowly relaxing, shifting so he could rest his chin on your head, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your back. After a few minutes of silence, Andy reluctantly broke the silence. "Would you like me to call Jacob?"
He saw the flash of hurt in your eyes before you composed your expression, nodding slowly as you pulled away. "Yeah, I'll call him. He has free period so he won't be missing anything, I promise. Sorry for keeping you from work, Mr. Barber."
Andy shook his head, helping you up from the couch. "No, no, no. I just had some papers to go through, you didn't keep me from anything. The rain is slowing but you can stay in here until Jake comes. If you want."
You nodded, giving him a weak smile. "Thank you."
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The Barber House - June 1, 2018
Giggling uncontrollably, you leaned against Jacob, a bottle of beer in your hand. Jacob laughed over the cartoon character with you, throwing his head back at the ridiculous scene on screen. Scooby had just stared at the screen, ending the episode, the screen turning black before another episode started. The noise Scooby made just had you and Jacob in another fit of uncontrollable laughter.
The sleepover had been spontaneous, yet long way overdue. In less than a week, you'd have graduated, and moved out of Boston, living in New York City as you went to the same college. That was one of the upside of finally leaving Newton, but even with the continuous nagging from your parents, you were still going to miss them.
You had been extra quiet, knowing full well Andy was stressed for something Laurie had done, the wife walking out of the house just as you had pulled up on the driveway. She had given you a friendly greeting, asking questions about graduation, before hugging you and driving away in her car. You knew it was bad as soon as you entered the house, seeing Andy glaring at the kitchen counter as you waited for Jacob to come save you. Thankfully, you didn't have to make small talk with the lawyer.
But the his tense expression was enough to keep you quiet in Jacob's room. Well, until he turned up with beers he had gotten from a mutual friend of yours, Cory Gilbert, the bartender at the bar and grill you and Jacob frequented at. He was over 21, legally able to buy the beer, giving it to Jacob as a present for graduation. Cory had given you a nice bottle of brandy, but you had decided to save it for graduation night instead.
Getting drunk hadn't been hard, for Jacob anyways; it took more than a few pleads from your already drunk friend to convince you to drink with him. Once you did, you felt the liquid slightly burn down your throat and you greeted the giddy feeling it left you. Soon, you were found leaning against Jacob's bed, sitting on the floor as the both of you cackled at the animations playing on the screen.
Andy still hadn't came up to hush the both of you; and to be honest, you weren't sure to be relieved or disappointed. You settled for relieved once as you saw Scooby and Shaggy running away from a "monster."
It was half past ten when you finally got up from your spot on the floor, leaving Jacob to drunkenly slur at his phone while the tv played in the background. Getting up, you headed to the bathroom, careful not to make anymore sounds than you already had. You were too drunk to notice Andy standing outside his door, arms crossed as he amusingly stared at your little tip-toe walk to the bathroom.
You finished your business, washing your hands, and heading back to Jacob's room when you lost your footing and stumbled into Andy's arms. You yelped in alarm, glad for the muscular arms that caught you. Looking up, you saw what your drunk brain could only describe as Adonis. You smiled, patting his pec as you slurred. "Thank you, Mr. Barber."
"How drunk are you, sweetheart?" Andy asked, not letting you go. He felt you swaying slightly in his arms, bringing you closer to his chest until your face was only a couple of inches away from his. His eyes flickered to your lips, his tongue licking his own. "You look flushed."
Giggling, you couldn't help but grin at the human contact. You had been so sure he hated you, but from your current position, your assumption seemed silly. "You're making me blush. Me and Jacob haven't been drank—drinking that much, pinky swear."
He snickered at the tiny slip up with your grammar, the slowness and laziness in your voice evidence enough if it hadn't been for the burst of confidence, and shouts from Jacob's room. "You shouldn't be lying, especially to a lawyer. Let's get you sobered up, wouldn't want you waking up with a bitch of a hangover tomorrow, now would we?"
Andy places a hand on your back, his hand intertwining with yours as he tried to lead you downstairs safely but you halted in the middle of the hallway, laughing as you sneaked behind him. You tapped his shoulder, trying to push him down. "Gimme a piggy back ride, Mr. Barber. Like the ones you gave me when I was four!"
The lawyer burst out laughing, finding your drunk confidence adorable. He couldn't help but agree, squatting down enough for you to climb onto his back, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms locking around his neck. Andy held your legs in place with his hands, shifting you upwards so you rested comfortably on his back. Turning his head, he raised an eyebrow. "You ready, princess?"
You nodded in response, your hair ticking his neck as you snuggled closer to his neck, nuzzling your cheek. All the alcohol had rushed to your head. Andy walked down the stairs, careful to keep his grip on you as he did so. He heard all the tiny giggles and gasps you made, his bad mood dissolving with each sound. He couldn't remember a time Laurie had made him that happy.
Reaching the kitchen, Andy sat you down on the kitchen island, reluctantly letting you go as he went to grab a glass of water. He gave you the glass, but you rejected it, too busy looking at the game on the tv, seeing past the arch and into the living room.
He set the glass on the counter, leaning against it as he crossed his arms, staring at the mesmerized—and drunk—girl in admiration. You turned your attention back on him as soon as the commercials rolled, catching him ogling you. Blushing, you giggled once again, waving him over.
Curious, Andy stepped towards you, surprised when you gripped the collar of his shirt, dragging him closer to you until he was only a couple of inches away. Leaning in, you whispered in his ear. "I have a secret."
"What is it?" Andy asked, one word away from kissing his son's best friend. The tension radiating from interaction had him weak, helpless from the very tempting chance to take you right there and then.
Cupping your hand around your lips, you felt him snake between your legs, bringing you even closer. With your lips near his ear, you whispered, "I have the biggest crush on you. Sometimes I wish you were single so I could ride you until I physically can't."
Andy growled, his hands digging into your waist as his lips hovered over yours, his blue eyes piercing yours. He murmured your name, so close to losing all of his control.
"Every time I come over, I hope you'd push me against a wall, rip my shirt off and fuck a baby in me." you confessed, loving his body warmth. His grip had tighten on you to the point it was borderline painful, but you relished in it, the alcohol numbing the rational thoughts in your head as they screamed at you to shut up.
The lawyer was so close to doing what you wanted, nearly taking you right there. But much to his dismay, his morals had held him back; surely all it would take would be another sentence murmured from your lips but he considered himself strong. "Sweetheart..."
Just as Andy's lips brushed over yours, loud, heavy footsteps made him pull away, spotting his son drunkenly enter the kitchen. You smiled brightly at Jacob as if you hadn't been about to kiss his father. Andy raised an eyebrow at his son, irritated for interrupting. "Jacob, what're you doing?"
"I—" the boy frowned, forgetting momentarily on what he was doing. Jacob pointed at you, returning a random wave. "I was looking for her, because I got worried she fell in the toilet or something."
"She's fine, I was just sobering her up." Andy answered before you could, reluctantly helping you off the table, wishing he had a few more minutes alone with you. "Don't let your mom see all those bottles when she gets home. She won't be lenient as I am."
Jacob saluted in response, watching his dad help his best friend off the table. He was too drunk to notice the longing looks you had exchanged with Andy. "Okay, dad. Night."
Andy stood in the kitchen, alone, watching his girl giggle at something his son whispered. With more confidence than ever, he pulled out the manila envelope from the kitchen drawer, placing it on the table. Laurie would find it when she comes back.
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Newton, MA - July 4, 2021
"You're so fat." Jacob commented, eyes widening when he felt the baby kick. Without much thought, he invaded your personal space, placing his cheek against your stomach. You sighed, rolling your eyes at your best friend. Jacob chuckled. "This little guy is gonna be a soccer superstar. Like Cristiano Ronaldo."
Andy chuckled from the driver's seat, pulling into the driveway, pulling Jacob off your stomach and back to his seat. "Don't antagonize her, Jake. She might rip your head off for breathing the same air without her permission."
Childishly, you stuck your tongue, making your baby daddy burst out laughing before as he turned off the car and opened the door. But you could hardly say his comment was an exaggeration, grimacing at the memory of nearly snapping Andy's arm off when he had forgotten the almond milk from the weekly visits to the grocery store. It had been both a blessing and curse to have Jacob in the outs of the pregnancy when that incident occurred. You hadn't wanted him to see the growing bump.
With the help of both Barbers, you got out of the car, carefully and slowly for the sake for both you and the babies. The two were chatting as they unloaded the baggage from trunk while you made your way to the house, reminiscing in the days when Jacob's glances weren't filled with betrayal, as if you had ripped his heart from his chest.
It wasn't everyday he looked at you with that raw emotion in his eyes—the betrayed looks had started to decrease the more time you spent together—yet you still felt guilty. With a hand over your growing belly, you opened the door, bombarded with memories from childhood, once again reminding you who you were having a baby with.
Once Jacob had sprinted out of the room, in anger and denial after seeing his father tangled in bed with his best friend, you had pushed Andy off you, wanting to go after him. When Andy argued it was better off for Jacob to be alone, you had blamed him for everything, for ruining the lifelong friendship with Jacob and weeks of stress caused by sleeping with him the first time. The lawyer hadn't denied the guilt or blame like you thought he would—like you wished he would—instead drowning in the insults you threw his way.
You didn't start to forgive him until Jacob came back, but then loathed him after the your best friend announced he needed some time and space to think it out, uncertain which conclusion he would come to. Thankfully, he couldn't live without you in his life, no matter how hard he tried, so he came running back, wishing for an apology when all you wanted to do was cry and wish you didn't have to spend two months without him.
Andy, like the charming bastard he is, had slowly broke down the wall of bricks made from your anger and hatred, and unwillingly, you let him in. Jacob had explained, quite awkwardly, he should be in no way a problem to yours and Andy's relationship, only to be slapped by the pregnancy news. Surprisingly, he kept it light and took it well.
Unsurprisingly to Andy, the fetus (he had been very upset when you occasionally called the baby that) had been conceived on Thanksgiving, proving the plan B useless. You had given up any pretenses at that point, and gave in to Andy's precautions no matter how ridiculous they had been; safety for the fetus.
Your parents had been content with the excuses you've made, only a little suspicious on not wanting to see them during the months of carrying the baby. The baby boy to be precise. But the lack of visiting since college was consistent enough for them to not rise suspicions.
You settled down on the couch, exhausted by the road trip despite how short it was. Newton was hardly small, but with Andy's former title, it wouldn't be long before rumors spread, and with rumors came exaggerated stories along with middle-aged women judging your life decisions because they had nothing to do all day other than sit in their lazy asses.
Andy and Jacob set the bags down by the doorway, Jacob letting out a huge sigh while his dad walked over to you, kissing your forehead. You couldn't help but smile at the gesture. He sat beside you, leaving no room to breathe.
"Hello, gorgeous."
"Ugh." Jacob groaned, turning his eyes away from the PDA. "Okay, I'm gonna go before any more of this happens. I'll see you guys for dinner."
Before you could ask, Jacob closed the door, practically sprinting to his car. Seeing his father in bed with his best friend had scarred him. You turned your attention back to Andy, head tilting in confusion. "Where's he going?"
"He's giving me some alone time with you. Had to pay him a few bucks after he complained about stealing you, but he'll manage for the next couple of hours." Andy explained, his hands absentmindedly stroking your belly, his smile beaming.
"What's happening in the next couple of hours that he can't be here for?" you asked, curious. The blast of hormones had been a gift Andy knew he didn't deserve, with you crawling over his body in the earlier months of the pregnancy, waking him up with lips wrapped around his cock. With his precautions for the baby, he'd been a tease for the past few weeks with the due date just barely two months away.
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement. "It's not that, sweetheart." Andy chuckled at your pout, disappointed by the outcome. "I just wanted to spend some time with you."
You knew there was something more, but you let it go, one thing at the front of your mind. Your fingers clawed at his shirt, biting your lip. "Then let's spend some time together." Leaning closer, you softly nipped at his earlobe, whispering in his ear. "Daddy."
Andy murmured your name, stern and sure but the bulge in his pants deemed a different story. That was enough for you to stop seducing him. "You're going to be the death of me."
Laughing, you turned the tv on, cuddling next to the soft man. Well, as close to cuddling as you could with the belly in the way. Your feet had been sore despite the not having to walk much all day, but the road trip had taken a lot of your already drained energy. Andy understood, gently taking off your shoes and massaging your feet until they no longer felt sore.
Two hours were wasted watching true crimes documentaries, Andy passionately commenting on the evidence they clearly had missed, and voicing his opinions of who was clearly guilty. You muffled a giggle, amused by the former lawyer. It still surprised you to see Andy so ... light? The forehead creases only coming together when something had displeased you, no matter how tiny. Retiring must've done something to relieve the stress he carried.
It wasn't until the third Buzzfeed Unsolved episode came on that you got tired. Andy, sending the change, muted the screen, pressing a soft kiss on your close eyelids. He positioned you so you were leaning against him, your back to him as you laid on the couch, a hand over your growing stomach. Anxiety seeped through his veins.
Andy cleared his throat. Playing with your hair, he said, "Marry me."
Your eyes snapped open, growing wide as you pondered if you had heard him right. "What?"
He shrugged. "Marry me."
Andy had said if so casually, it wasn't a question, but a statement. Or more accurately, a demand. You turned around, putting space between you two. Your eyes were hurting from the lack of blinking. "What?"
He reached in his pocket, the small, velvet box that had rested uncomfortably in his pocket took your breath away. Andy opened the box, revealing a diamond, far too beautiful to look at. His smile widened, taking in your shocked expression. "Please marry me."
A minute of silence passed.
"You're fucking insane." you whispered, staring intently at his blue eyes who were sparkling in excitement. He knew the outcome.
Andy's smile hadn't wavered. "Is that a yes?"
"No!" you shouted, getting up from the cough. He stood up, his arms ready to catch your unbalanced body. You glared at him. "I'm not going to marry you because I'm pregnant! No! No, no, no. I forbid you to ask me that question until this baby is out of me."
He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. "So, when I ask in two months ... ?"
"You'll just have to see." you murmured. A smug smirk fell on his face, but this one was warmer, more heartfelt.
"You'll say yes."
You shrugged, but couldn't help the smile appearing. "Probably."
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okay, so i'm still working through the fic trope mashups; i saved all of them as screenshots in a google doc so i could write them and then just paste them into tumblr, and the weirdest thing happened—one of the asks completely disappeared? so...
you can find the fic tropes mashup game here!
sorry, anon, i don't know why your ask disappeared; i'm so glad i got the screenshot though, because i was really looking forward to this one!
Zhenya’s just settled in with his coffee, tucked away in the corner of the bakery and out of the view of the general public, when the chair across from him slides out and someone sits down.
Zhenya sighs and puts his book back on the table, looking up with a fake smile already plastered on his face. He loves the fans here in Pittsburgh, really he does, and normally he’s happy to pose for pictures and sign things and even talk hockey strategy with a few of the more informed fans, but...when he’s sitting in the most isolated corner of a room, with a book and his hat pulled down low, that’s normally a signal for even the most go-getter Penguins diehard that he wants to be left alone.
And most fans don’t usually just sit down at his table, sheesh.
He opens his mouth, but the man—the handsome man, Zhenya notes abstractly—leans over the table and rests his hands on top of Zhenya’s. “I’m very sorry to do this,” he says softly, looking up at Zhenya through his lashes. “I don’t mean to take up your time, and I’ll be out of your hair shortly; I just need to use you as a distraction. In a minute, someone’s going to come in looking for me, but they won’t be looking for someone who’s out on a date.” He puts a coy smile on his face and tilts his head.
Zhenya pulls his hands free. “If you want...hide, you know, in public, sitting with me, big mistake,” he says curtly, looking around them warily. He can’t be seen holding hands with a man in public. He’s spent years keeping that part of his life hidden, and he’s not about to ruin it now because some random person with a super-sketchy story is in some sort of trouble.
The man frowns, staring at him. His lips are very, very pink. “What—” Zhenya can see when the penny drops. “Oh, Christ, I am so sorry, you’re—” He’s getting flustered, Zhenya notes, watching as the man’s cheeks flush. It’s a very pretty sight; if he’d met this man in one of the discreet bars he goes to when he can get away, there’s no doubt he’d have him in a corner already, maybe even spread out in his bed.
Zhenya leans back in his chair and picks up his latte, taking a sip. “Sorry for wreck plan, you know, but—”
The man’s back straightens, and the shop’s door opens. Three uniformed police officers spill in; one’s holding a walkie-talkie, and the other two are alert, hands on the guns at their hips. They scan the shop, and one of them does a double-take when he sees Zhenya, but when Zhenya makes eye contact and lifts an eyebrow, he looks away hastily. They leave soon after.
“Wow,” the man says. Zhenya glances at him; he’d been watching the police in the reflection on the window, but now he’s staring straight at Zhenya again. “That actually worked better than I thought. They didn’t even come over here, they were too embarrassed at getting caught ogling.”
Zhenya can’t help the chuckle that escapes him. “That not ogle,” he says—Kris taught him that word, right after Zhenya took the C and started getting eyed up everywhere he went, even in places he’d been able to slip under the radar before. “Ogle is, you know—” He flounders, though, because ogling is what the man had been doing to him before, even though it had been for show.
The man smiles slowly. He’s got sharp canines, and his grin is lopsided and predatory. Something in his eyes...Zhenya feels pinned, all of a sudden, for all it’s clear this man is much shorter than him. “Oh, I know. You know, I’m a huge fan of yours, and I’d love to be able to repay you for helping me out just now—can I make you dinner?”
He doesn’t ask to take Zhenya out, which already makes him smarter than 70% of the men he’s hooked up with in America. And the way he’s looking—
Zhenya thinks briefly of the police officers, the tension they’d all carried, the way they kept their weapons close at hand, and shrugs to himself. He’s a professional hockey player. He gets in fights as part of his job. Whatever bullshit graffiti or whatever it was this man did, Zhenya can take care of himself. He extends his hand across the table. “Evgeni Malkin. Can call Geno, easier for mouth.” He lets his eyes drop to the man’s lips.
“Oh, I don’t need easy for that,” the man says, biting his lower lip in what can only be a purposeful provocation. “In fact, you could say I prefer it hard. You can call me Sidney.”
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Even on days off, Zhenya can’t really sleep in any longer. He leaves Sidney snoring in his bed and shuffles down to the kitchen to start the coffee and put together something for breakfast.
He puts the television on for some background noise, already thinking of how he can entice Sidney to stay longer—he’s sore in a deep, pleasant way that he hasn’t had in a long time, and Sidney had said he’d let Zhenya come on his face if Zhenya wanted.
The news is droning on about a spate of recent murders, five over the last three days, all prominent local politicians, all names that Zhenya’s seen in the papers before, for their donations to charity and their civic spirit, and then their money-skimming and fraud and extramarital affairs. The police, the broadcast is saying, had a lead they’d been chasing down the day before, but they’d lost it, and are warning Pittsburgh residents to exercise caution when they’re out alone.
Zhenya doctors both mugs with cream and sugar and heads back up the stairs.
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Trust pt 3
Summary: family time at the beach
Warnings: none, FLUFFY FLUFF with a pinch of sadness, I said just a PINCH!
"I'm glad Beth let your daughter came with you, Vinnie." You smiled watching Zoe and the bit older Elizabeth playing in the sandpit.
"It's been long since I saw her, so it was time now..." Vince said playing with her daughter's bag. You hardly saw him this devastated.
"I'm so sorry, Vinnie." You placed your hand on his shoulder and pulled him in a sideways hug.
"Thanks, (Y/N)."
"But hey, let's take advantage of it! Let's spend all the time together. The girls and all of us at the beach or just at home grilling maybe. What do you think?" You tried to cheer him up. He looked concerned for a bit but then his lips curved into a smile.
"I'm in."
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"(Y/N), have you packed the sandwiches already?" Mick yelled from the kitchen packing some drinks into the basket. Zoe was sitting on the counter, which she always enjoyed, and was helping Mick.
"They are in the fridge." Zoe answered since you didn't hear it. Mick opened the fridge and when he noticed the food he smiled at her.
"Thanks, darling. Where I would be without you?" He placed a kiss on her cheek and ruffled her hair making her giggle.
You were packing in the bags in your bedroom. You moved into this house with Mick, now not so long ago and you still needed time to find things in the house. Luckily, your daughter adjusted to this whole new life pretty easily so you were glad she didn't mind it all. You felt you were the luckiest mother on the Earth. You were watching the little hat in your hand Zoe liked so much. You smiled and hummed remembering all the good memories it brought. When you put it in the bag you felt a light touch on your waist. You slowly turned and faced with Mick. You intertwined your hands behind his neck to be closer to him
"Did you manage to pack the food?" You asked.
"Yes. Tho I had some problems but I had someone who helped me out." He grinned and pulled into a kiss. You were truly happy about how Mick's and Zoe's connection were amazing.
"I hoped so. Then if you are ready let's find this little girl and let's go." Mick flinched not liking the idea of the beach but you and Zoe managed to convince him about it. Well, you offered him to say yes to his proposal and Zoe promised that she will let Mick teach her some tricks on his guitar. Before exiting the bedroom Mick pulled you into another final kiss and taking the bag from your hand.
"Are you ready, pirate?" You asked Zoe who was wearing a swimsuit with a tiny pirate on it.
"Aye, aye Captain." She saluted.
"Seriously, Zoe, you spend too much time with Tommy." Mick sighed and headed towards the car. You just gave her a look and grabbed her and helped her fromthe counter.
"Mommy, can you please turn on some music?" She asked when you were all in the car."Sure. Do you want anything exact?" You glanced in the rear-view mirror to see her on the backseat.
"Mmm. Maybe something from Axl, please?" You snickered at Mick's facial expression.
"You should be happy she didn't want Kiss." You said while putting the tape in the player, more precisely the Appetite for Destruction album. It came out a couple of weeks ago but Zoe had already listened to at least 10 times. Needless to say, you adored this album, too as well as the whole band. Axl was kind to you and Zoe, tho he had some disagreement with Vince. Slash was weird but Izzy was as humble as Mick, and Steven and Duff were as goofy as Tommy and Nikki.
"Mommy, what is Kiss?" Zoe asked tilting her head.
"Nice job, (Y/N). You managed to destroy her taste."
"I haven't shown it to her yet!" You laughed starting to search in your bag.
"No way you have it here." He looked scared.
"Sadly, I left it in my other bag." You pouted but gave Mick a half-smile. "Sorry, darling but I don't have it here." You told Zoe turning back to her while waving your bag and smashing Mick's face with it. Zoe started to laugh and you snickered, too but tried to hide it by biting down your lip. Mick was just blinking not believing you just hit him intentionally.
"Zoe, scold your mother, please. She hurt me." She was still smiling and gave you a high-five. "That wasn't nice, little girl. I hoped you would defend me." He pretended offended.
"Sorry, daddy but girl power." She said before looking out of the window. It was your turn to blink. Did she just call Mick her dad? Mick was in shock. He was happy that he got himself another daughter but he was afraid that he would erase the memory of his real father. Not that jerk would be a good person, but he liked his daughter, and Mick couldn't take it away from him. He turned to and took your hand into his and placed a kiss on the top of it, making you smile.
The rest of the boys and Vince's daughter were already there, waiting for you by the car.
"How long does it take to get here for them?" Vince asked more like to himself.
"Maybe they got busy while getting dressed." Nikki said with a smirk.
"Gross, dude." Tommy flinched and started to play rock-paper-scissors with Elizabeth who was sitting on the front of the car. When Vince saw the red car he smirked.
"Finally, the Kennedy family arrived."
When you got out of the car you waved to them and helped Zoe to get out of the car. She immediately ran to the boys right into Nikki's arms who picked her up and spun her around in the air.
"I'm right here, too." Vince pouted crossing his arm in front of his chest while glaring at her. When Nikki put her down he walked to Vince and was waiting for Vince to pick her up. Vince didn't even look down at her just was watching the beach. Zoe didn't want to offend him so she hugged Vinnie's legs tightly before going to Tommy and Elizabeth.
"Hi, Zoe." The older girl climbed down from the car and gave a hug to Zoe. Your heart melted seeing them.
"What it took you so long?" Vince huffed.
"We didn't come late, you arrived too soon." You simply answered. Vince just rolled his eyes but you could see a little smile on his lips. "Alright, everybody, let's invade this beach!" You yelled. Tommy and the girls thought you spoke seriously so they all started to run and scream towards the beach. You just laughed. Mick took your hand and you walked down the beach to search yourself a spot. Luckily there was hardly anyone there so there were free places. When you found the perfect place you put down at least 3-4 blankets on the sand.
"Zoe!" She stopped running around and approached you. "Just standstill." You ordered her and put some sunscreen lotion on her body. She laughed when you put on her nose, too. "You can go now. Or do you want to go with me?"
"Yes." She nodded. "Then can you tell Mick to come here?" When she ran toMick she pointed at you and he smirked.
"What is, babe?"
"Would you, please?" You asked him handing him the sunscreen bottle. Your turned around and pulled away from your hair so he could put some cream on your back. He put aside the rest of your hair while gently running his fingers on your bare back, sending shivers down your spine. When he was ready he placed a kiss on your shoulder. You turned around and took the bottle from hand. He was just looking at you.
"What are you waiting for? You know, it will be more complicated if you don't take off your shirt." Mick wasn't that kind of person who showed his body to other than you. He liked to stay in the shadow and supervise everyone around him.
"Come on, Mick. Don't act like a vampire."
"I don't know, (Y/N). Can't I just stay here?"
"But you already promised Zoe that you would throw her in the water."
"I know." He sighed. "Alright. Let's do this." He said while taking down his shirt. You were biting down your lip seeing him like this. "What?"
"Nothing." You quickly said and massaged some cream on him, too. When you were ready you went to the others. Elizabeth was sitting on Vince's back in the water while Nikki sat on Tommy's. Zoe was just sitting in the sand building a fort.
"We are ready, Zoe." You said sitting down in the sand. She was still busy with the fort. "Zoe, what is it?"
"When will daddy come back? I miss him." You knew someday she will ask it. She was a clever girl for her age. Mick also took a place next to Zoe. He looked at you worryingly.
"You know, I don't...I mean..." You hesitated. You didn't know how to say that she will not see her father for more than 3 months. Firstly, you told her that he needed to work abroad and she believed it since he did it a lot at that time.
"Is it because he is still angry with you?" She asked glancing at you.
"He is grounded." Mick spoke up. Your daughter looked at him with a confused face. "He did something bad he shouldn't have to so got grounded."
"What did he do?"
"He...he hurt your mother." The two of them turned their heads in your direction.
"Like she did to you in the car with that bag?" She inquired with a little smile on her face.
"No, but hey. It's good you are bringing this up. I still have to punish her for that one." He changed the subject and distracted Zoe's thoughts. You quickly stood up and waited until they did the same. "I would run." Mick said with a smirk on his face. You smiled and took Zoe's hand and started to escape from Mick. When the cold water touched your skin you cursed a bit and Zoe screamed. You waited a bit to adjust and then went to Nikki and gave him Zoe.
"Hello, young lady." He greeted her and put her on his shoulders. "Are you ready to push Liz from Uncle Vince's shoulder?" She nodded and prepared for the fight. When the fight started Mick grabbed your hand and pulled you with himself deeper in the sea. Where he stopped your feet hardly touched the bottom but since he was taller than you he stood on his feet easily. He picked you up in a bride pose and you intertwined your hands behind his neck to pull yourself closer to him.
"I wish I could do this at our wedding." He said sadly knowing he could never do this on solid ground.
"Mick, don't ruin this moment, please. Just forget everything for a minute, concentrate on the good things and relax." You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat. He rested his chin on the top of your head and was admiring the horizon for a while.
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After a while, you ordered everybody for a rest under the umbrella. They didn't want to get out of the water, but you were strict. After complaining you handed out the sandwiches which they accepted gladly. When they finished them Tommy stood up when you stopped him.
"Where are you going?" You asked him.
"Swimming, I guess."
"No swimming after eating, have you heard of that?" You raised one of your eyebrows.
"Yeah, man. Everybody knows that rule." Vince agreed. "Even, Liz, right?" He took a look down at his daughter whose eyes were slowly closing from tiredness. Zoe already passed out her head in your lap and you were stroking her hair. Mick offered to guard until everybody was sleeping. You didn't believe him since he liked napping so you stayed alert, too. When you heard Mick snoring next to you you hummed seeing you were right. You looked around gazing at them and feeling happy to have them as a family.
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You glanced at the calendar on the wall. 'John out of jail'. Cool. Mick promised that he would stay with you all day long but Doc told the band he needed them as soon as possible. He rejected first, but then you told him to go. Nothing could happen if you stay indoor. Moreover, you won't stay in the house forever just because John is free.
"I will hurry back, okay?" Mick sat in the car after giving you a forehead kiss. You waved to him and then quickly went back to the house. You started to become a bit paranoid and you didn't like it.
"So what do you like to do?" You sat on the floor next to Zoe.
"Drawing!" She yelled while raising her hands in the air.
"Alright, Picasso. Then bring the stuff to the kitchen." You told her before she ran to her room.
"So what did you draw?" She told you that you could only see the masterpiece after she finished it. She walked over to you and placed the paper in front of you. You smiled seeing what she did. But then your smile faded.
"So this Uncle Tommy, Nikki, Vince, and Elizabeth. This is Doc, you, me, daddy and dad." She meant dad by John.
"Darling, do you like Mick?" You asked her putting her on your knees.
"Of course. He always buys me candy and he is very funny when he is sleeping like Dracula." She giggled impersonating Mick's sleeping position.
"But would you mind if he became your dad?"
"No. But can I still see dad, too?" She asked pointing at John.
"Sure, darling. We will discuss it." You hugged her thinking you had to strengthen yourself, at least for her. For her happiness.
That night you took the phone in your shaking hand and dialed his number. You took a long breath to relax.
"It's John Smith speaking. Who is it?"
"It's me. (Y/N)." You gulped fearing of his reaction.
"(Y/N)? It's really you? Omg, it's so good to hear your voice."
"Really?" You narrowed your eyes.
"Of course. Is Zoe with you? Can I talk to her?"
"She is sleeping." You murmured. "So, John I want to be straight forward with you. I tried to lock you from my life, but there are things I can't. For example, I can deny Zoe to see her real father. I'm willing to meet with you to let her see you. But I have conditions." You tried to sound as determined as possible.
"Sure, okay. I'm in. Just tell what kind of conditions." He sighed. He was excited to finally see his daughter after a long time."
"I want to be present the whole time. You can't be alone with her. Plus I would like to meet somewhere public. I hope you understand it."
"Okay, what about at the park?"
"See you tomorrow there at 2 o'clock. Bye."
"Cool. Good night and also thank you, (Y/N)." You quickly hang up and put the phone back to its place. Your hands were still shaking and you breathed heavily. Hearing his voice hadn't the best effect on you.
When you cautiously climbed beside Mick on the bed, he turned to you.
"Who were you talking to?"
"Look, Mick. I don't want you to freak out...it was John." You sighed.
"What? How and why?"
"Because Zoe misses him and I can't see her sad about it. So I told him that I'm willing to meet him at a park tomorrow with conditions of course." Mick hummed.
"Are you angry?"
"No." He pulled you closer to him. "I'm proud of you."
"What?"
"I'm proud that you are always thinking of the other's needs even if it means putting aside your happiness." You looked up at him smiling.
"You would do the same to your daughter."
"Yes, but you did the same for me. When you sold your company which I think was your dream. You left your chair and followed me on the road, rooting for me." You supported yourself on your elbows to be face-to-face with him.
"I'm sorry but you weren't the only one. I did this for Zoe, for myself. I didn't want her to grow up in that environment so if it meant to gave up on my job then let's do it." You looked into his eyes and leaned closer to him.
"Can I go with you tomorrow?" He asked it from nowhere. He still didn't trust John and didn't want you to get hurt.
"That would be awesome."
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"Mommy, what is the plan today?" Zoe asked sitting in her chair at the table. You have been waiting for this question during the whole breakfast.
"We are going to the park. You would love that?" You glanced at her smirking. Her eyes lit up hearing that.
"Can Liz come, too?"
"Of course. Would you be so big girl and call her on the phone?" Mick asked the girl who nodded and rushed to the phone and dialed Vince's number.
"Are you sure it's a good idea?" You inquired from him.
"Trust me." He winked.
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"So will let Beth let you see Elizabeth more?" You asked Vince while you pushing Zoe and the singer Liz in the swing.
"I think so. Elizabeth told her about the beach and Zoe. Beth was happy her daughter had a good time so I hope she will let her go here." Vince smiled loving the idea being with Liz a bit more.
"I'm glad, truly." You smiled at him and patted his back. Then you glanced at Mick who stood up quickly from the bench he was sitting on.
"What is this asshole doing here?" The singer asked watching John. He went to Mick but kept the distance. Mick said something to him and pointed at you. John didn't say a word just nodded and kept his head low.
"I invited him, here."
"Dad?!" Zoe cheered and ran towards his dad. John bent down and after Zoe ran into his arms he hugged her tightly.
He picked her up and walked towards you. Your jaws tightened and you put your hands in your pockets so he couldn't see your shaking hand.
"Hey, (Y/N)."
"Hi." You nodded. Vince took Elizabeth from the swing and walked away while sending John death glares.
"So how are...?" John tried to start a conversation but he didn't except your reaction.
"You get two hours." You snapped and left him and Zoe. You sat down on the bench next to Mick monitoring your daughter. "Was it a good idea?" You were still unsure about it.
"The best you could do." Mick agreed to take your hand into his.
Since no problem occurred you decided to arrange more of these meetings. John was sent to anger control and one of the boys always escorted you to these meetings, usually, it was Vince or Mick.
You were glad Zoe could see his real father and that it made her happy. If she was happy, it was the best thing in the world for you.
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i'm glad there's another person who thinks the new designs lack personality!!! there's been so much hate going towards the ppl not 100% on board w/ the new akjsaas i hope you don't get any hate :((
i just meant it in that context of those caricatures. the old ones just have that personality drawn into them. for the new caricatures, i wish they could have done more for their poses. it just looks so bland in that picture that it bothered me a little.
do i hate the designs? no, but i have to admit, its not the same. it feels very clean. that being said, it shouldn’t be 100% the same. yes, its a remake, but remakes should change the game enough to appeal to the next generation.
for example, pokemon let’s go pikachu is essentially just pokemon yellow, but they made the designs clearer, made certain things easier to do, and added in new functions that make the game easier to swallow and honestly give the game more to do. for players who started with story of seasons, this kind of redesign is there to reintroduce the game to those players, but with different designs (and hopefully different functions) that make the game feel familiar but also new to people who have never played friends of mineral town on the game boy.
(im also counting on all of us to be there like, “back in my day...” also i still need a minute for carter)
#honest to god tho all i’ve seen is people complaining about the new designs#and dont get me wrong#there are still designs i wish they did better#ya know#like carter#but overall im not displeased#im actually looking forward to this#i never thought i’d see this series get a remake#so i’m enjoying this as much as i can#hm#sos#fomt#sosfomt
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